Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Evil Murder on the Crack'd Nile

Everyone who comes here regularly knows my incredible love of 1970s disaster movies. They typically combine several elements that happen to be obsessions of mine including, but not limited to: water, chiffon, the deconstruction of something once glamorous, the process of elimination and all-star casts. Another type of film that features the last two conditions, along with bits of the rest, would be the Agatha Christie murder mysteries. Today, I’m going to highlight four films, in particular, released between 1974 and 1982.

Filmmakers had been putting Christie’s stories and characters on the screen for quite some time (as far back as the late 20s/early 30s!), with two of the more notable examples being And Then There Were None in 1945 and Witness for the Prosecution in 1957. There was also the four film series of Miss Marple comedy mysteries starring Margaret Rutherford from 1961 to 1964 as well as 1965’s The Alphabet Murders, featuring Tony Randall (!) as an unlikely Hercule Poirot. Miss Christie was displeased enough with most of the adaptations that she was considering not allowing any more films to be made from her novels and stories.

In 1974, Sidney Lumet amassed a staggering cast of actors in order to present Murder on the Orient Express, a whodunit set aboard the title mode of transportation. This was the first film adaptation that Christie was almost completely happy with and why not? Dripping with elegant period detail and atmosphere and filled with a cast of pros directed by a strong hand, it was a major hit and the recipient of quite a few awards and nominations. She quibbled only with the mustache chosen for Hercule Poirot and if that was her biggest problem then she’s ahead of most authors whose works are translated to film!

Starting off with a stark and eerie recounting of a heinous kidnapping in the mold of the Charles Lindbergh baby affair (I saw this film in the theater at age 7 and it spooked me terribly then), the action soon moves to a railway station in which a series of passengers are arriving to embark on the Orient Express. Set in the mid 1930s, the period costumes (by Tony Walton) are at times dazzling. On a personal note, I was able to see Miss Jacqueline Bisset’s ice blue arrival ensemble up close and in person at a museum exhibit, complete with feathered hat. It was tiny!

To play the world-renowned sleuth Poirot (a Belgian continually having to explain that he isn’t French!), the unusual choice was Albert Finney. Only 38 at the time of filming, he endured a grueling three-to-four hour makeup session every morning in order to look like the eccentric fiftysomething year-old character. Because he was in a play during the evenings and was on the verge of complete exhaustion, he would be taken from his bed (asleep!) in the mornings and driven to the studio by ambulance where artists would continue to fuss with him until he looked the part. He then affected a heavy accent, thus rendering him practically unrecognizable to many viewers.

The story concerns his passage on the grand train, which happens to coincide with that of a shady character played by Richard Widmark. He’s been receiving death threats and brings them to Finney’s attention, but Finney has no interest in becoming involved. When Widmark’s valet (John Gielgud) finds him one morning riddled with stab wounds, the detective must emerge from semiretirement in order to solve the mystery. Since the train is stuck in the snow and can’t proceed anyway, it’s the perfect opportunity for Finney to interrogate the passengers, believing one of them to be the very thorough killer.

Martin Balsam plays a director for the company that owns the train and serves as an assistant to Finney during the investigation. Lauren Bacall plays a haughty, arrogant and meddlesome American passenger. One memorable has her suddenly presenting the murder weapon. Anthony Perkins, in his usual quirky, tic-laden style, is Widmark’s secretary and personal translator.
Sean Connery and Vanessa Redgrave portray British subjects on their way home following time spent in India and Baghdad, respectively. (Connery was the first star signed to the picture with regards to suspects. Lumet knew that assigning a strong name like his would help attract the others.) Miss Redgrave would later play Christie herself in the 1980 film Agatha. Wendy Hiller is a Russian princess traveling with her personal maid Rachel Roberts. (These two scared me as a child as well! Hiller was mysterious and used a distinctive accent and Roberts seemed like a severe, blonde variation on The Child Catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.)
As a meek missionary, Ingrid Bergman impressed everyone with a lengthy take during her interrogation scene, fretting over her "little brown babies." It won her an Oscar over some tough competition (even she didn’t thing she should have won it!) She had been approached to play Hiller’s role, but wisely opted for the smaller, but more dynamic part.

Michael York and Jacqueline Bisset play an attractive young married couple, with he a Hungarian diplomat and she a delicate and exquisitely beautiful wife. Other familiar faces/suspects include car salesman Denis Quilley, talent agent Colin Blakely and sleeping car conductor Jean-Pierre Cassel. (In one of those connections I always love, Cassel was King Louis XIII in The Three Musketeers when York played d’Artagnan, though there are many such connections in this movie. Cassel’s son Vincent is a busy actor himself at present.)
After more than a little frustration and some red herrings, Finney gathers everyone into one place so that he can reveal his theory as to who has done Widmark in. The monologue he had to deliver was eight pages long and he had to do it several times in order to get all the camera coverage needed in the immensely cramped quarters of the dining car. The dénouement is one of the more unusual resolutions to be found in a mystery and one I won’t spoil here, but the recreation of it in the film definitely gave me the willies as a child in the audience of a dark movie theater.

I cannot explain how much I love the poster art for this motion picture (the one at the top of the posting.) The renderings of the stars arranged together with pieces of some of their profiles or heads creating the jagged edges of a giant dagger. This alternate poster utilizes the then-popular "box style" of star billing. In one of my first ever posts here, I talked about my fascination with the pictures of the actors arranged on the cover of The Three Musketeers tie-in book. Maybe I’m just a collector at heart but I love having all those stars crammed together in one place like that!

A lot of other all-star Christie adaptations would follow this one, but none of them quite matched this one all the way in terms of period flavor and a general feeling of dread and tragedy, though they would offer up delights of their own. (They also couldn’t compare to the box office take, however, this being the highest-grossing British film ever up to that time.)

As a follow up to the star-studded and highly successful Orient Express, producers put together Death on the Nile, the next adventure in the glamorous, but dangerous, life of Christie's famed sleuth Poirot. Played this time by Peter Ustinov (as Albert Finney declined to participate in this film and undergo another round of the tedious makeup), he is on a trip to Egypt and in the company of wealthy (and selfish) heiress Lois Chiles.

She is on honeymoon, having recently stolen best friend Mia Farrow's hunky boyfriend Simon MacCorkindale and married him. Unfortunately, Farrow is in hot pursuit, hilariously turning up at every locale to make them suffer. Even more unfortunately, Chiles and MacCorkindale board a paddle steamer to travel the legendary Nile and virtually every fellow passenger on the vessel would be quite pleased to see Chiles six feet under! As in the prior film, the well-dressed cast is comprised of many distinctive and talented actors.

Angela Lansbury is a (very) tipsy romance novelist presently being sued by Chiles for libel. Olivia Hussey is her protective daughter. Jon Finch plays an anti-Capitalist who resents Chiles' ostentatious wealth. Miss Bette Davis is a cranky, jewel-loving widow who covets Chiles' pearls while her dour handmaid Maggie Smith blames Chiles' family for the ruination of her father.

Jane Birkin is Chiles' somewhat oppressed maid. George Kennedy plays Chiles' crooked attorney and Jack Warden is a doctor who hates Chiles for her damaging public criticism of his clinic.

Naturally, the chances of all these people being together at once on the same boat is preposterous, but it's the hallmark of Christie's type of mystery. In any case, Chiles soon winds up dead, but Farrow, the one who wanted her destroyed more than any other, has an airtight alibi! Ustinov must delve into every detail of the matter and solve the case.

He's hastened in his desire when another passenger turns up deceased. Then another! This is surely one of the most violent and deadly of the mysteries from this period, which typically only involve one murder or perhaps two.
One's tolerance for films like this will depend on one's love of things like wondrous Egyptian scenery, a palette of well-known cinematic faces and a head-scratching mystery. Then there are Anthony Powell’s Oscar-winning costumes, including such outré items as a pair of diamond-studded heels worn by Chiles and a pair of shoes worn by Davis that were made from the skin of twenty-six pythons! Some less-interested viewers may balk at the lengthy running time or the deliberate pacing (it's close to an hour before much of anything significant happens.)

Standouts in the cast include Davis’s cantankerous biddy and Smith as her put upon aide. Their bickering and sniping supplies much of the fun in the film and Davis has a hysterical shoreline greeting from some of the local Egyptian children. When Davis asks Smith how a trip down the Nile would suit her, she replies, “There is nothing I would dislike more. There are two things in the world I can't abide it's heat and heathens.” Davis then responds, “Good!” and orders Smith to begin packing.
Lansbury gives an audacious, completely over-the-top performance, which is nevertheless delightful. She never lets up on her flouncy, barely navigable character. Farrow is entertainingly nutso, popping up again and again, her snowy skin and red hair contrasting against the taupe settings. Ustinov and pal David Niven also make an interesting pair as they work on solving the mystery, with Ustinov giving into the comedy a little more than his predecessor.
Chiles, who looks wonderful in her character's striking clothes and hats, is in way over her head acting-wise. Vocally, she lets the air out of some of her more caustic lines and a more adept performer might have really added not only some spice, but some more menace and reason for people to dislike her (other than for her sometimes shitty acting.)

Mention must be made also of Nino Rota’s music. A majestic, deliberate theme paddles the boat down the Nile, giving the film a lustrous quality from the very beginning, which like the river, continues on at the end credits. The same artist, Richard Amsel, who had provided Orient’s poster art, did the same for this film. You must click on the small versions here in order to see his beautiful work in a larger size.

The endless use of fantasy scenarios can be a little tiring (how many times does the viewer need to see the scuffle in the saloon as Ustinov discusses it?!), but first-time viewers who are still trying to figure it all out shouldn't mind too much. It's a beautiful, star-filled, solidly constructed film, the likes of which is no longer made. (Okay, yes, these have all been remade for TV, much more realistically, but with far less star power and, in a lot of cases, less fun!)

1980 brought a new tack with the Agatha Christie mysteries. Instead of using Hercule Poirot as the investigator, another one of the author’s famous sleuths was utilized, the nosy, but intuitive old biddy, Miss Jane Marple, played here by Angela Lansbury in The Mirror Crack’d.

This, of course, serves as a bit of an interesting prelude to Lansbury’s long-running series Murder, She Wrote (the title of which is even a variation on one of Margaret Rutherford’s old Miss Marple movies Murder, She Said!), though Lansbury never looked like Miss Marple on her later TV series. Here, she is done up in powdery, plain, old lady makeup even though she was but fifty-five at the time.

The plot concerns the making of a big screen film about Queens Elizabeth I and Mary of Scotland near Lansbury’s home, thus heralding the arrival of a once-great star who has been saddled recently with many emotional problems. Elizabeth Taylor plays the star (in a role first offered to Natalie Wood) and her old Giant costar Rock Hudson plays her husband. Somewhat zaftig Taylor, who it wouldn’t have been difficult to call a has been at this particular point in her career (she had yet to enjoy the renaissance that she would a short time later following a total mind and body overhaul) is just about to kick off the filming of her new picture when she is stricken with a sort of bug-eyed, trancelike fit and soon after begins receiving death threats.
Things are complicated by the arrival of her glamorous costar Kim Novak, who has always enjoyed a bitter rivalry with Taylor. (Who knows how Taylor regarded Novak in real life? Novak looks unbelievably trim, yet curvaceous here.) The pair needles each other with all sorts of hilarious put-downs and catty remarks. For example: “Chin up, darling…both of them!” and “There are really only two things I dislike about you. Your face.”

Then there’s harried producer Tony Curtis who spends countless hours on the phone to L.A., appalled at being stuck in a tiny village such as St. Mary Mead. It’s a fulltime job just keeping the ladies happy and away from each other, though. Another suspicious type is Taylor and Hudson’s secretary Geraldine Chaplin whose devotion to Taylor is in question.
When Lansbury injures her leg in an accident, she must call upon her police inspector nephew Edward Fox to help assist with the mystery solving. (Since he’s the actual authority, it’s really her assisting him with some of the peskier details of the crime.) His deceptively demure and unassuming nature allows him occasional access to information he might not normally be able to acquire as an officer of the law.

I have deliberately skirted around the murder in this film (and have tried not to spoil the endings of the others discussed here as well), because I dislike spoilers in general, especially when some of the movies I talk about at this site may not have been seen by some of the readers who visit here and I like for people to be able to discover “new” old movies with the possibility of still being surprised by them.

That said, there is an interesting aspect to the plotline of this film that takes its inspiration from one of the more harrowing aspects of the actress Gene Tierney’s life and that’s fun for film buffs to see. There’s also a wordless appearance by a future well-known actor portraying Taylor’s costar in the film being produced. It’s a hooty treat to see him in his period finery and with his hair all fluffed up.

Though he hardly looks terrific in this film, it’s hard to believe that Hudson would be dead of AIDS in just five years. In 1980, the idea of such a thing didn’t seem fathomable to most people. He, Curtis and Lansbury were all born the same year, despite her playing someone much further on than them. She was only seven years older than Taylor, but had been playing well beyond her years (just as Taylor occasionally played below hers!) since almost the beginning of her career.

In 1982, the last of the films I’m focusing on today was released, Evil Under the Sun. A return to Poirot, as played again by Peter Ustinov, the whole thing seems to be a gay man's wet dream, which may be why some more mainstream viewers are left cold by it.

Look at the evidence. You get two dueling divas (Maggie Smith and Diana Rigg) all done up in fussy costumes and doling out catty comments, fey Roddy McDowall wincing around as an obvious homosexual, virtual drag queen Sylvia Miles who looks like Harvey Fierstein in a fright wig, hunky, delectable Nicholas Clay trotting around in a very revealing swimsuit, a wealth of Cole Porter music and even a glamorous make-over at the end!! What's not to love?

Taking place on a stunning Mediterranean island, it has Ustinov visiting a resort to investigate the mystery of an expensive diamond that has wound up a phony. While there, he, as is always the case, becomes embroiled in a murder investigation.
Smith, an ex showgirl, runs the place and is dismayed to see her old rival, the now successful (and successfully married) Rigg arrive. Smith gets to deliver this gem about Rigg: “Arlena and I were in the chorus of a show together, not that I could ever compete. Even in those days, she could always throw her legs up in the air higher than any of us... and wider.” Other guests are also unhappy with Rigg and do little to disguise their distaste. She, of course, looks sensational in the colorful and extravagant clothes of the era and is given several pithy lines to deliver. At one point, she tells her awkward stepdaughter, “Linda do stop standing there like a cough drop and say good morning to Monsieur Poirot!”

Speaking of the stepdaughter, she is probably the worst aspect of the film. Someone decided on the casting of a 99 and 44/100% talent-free girl named Emily Hone in a featured role. Billed as "Introducing" Emily Hone, she would make one more very minor film before disappearing entirely from the cinematic landscape. It's quite fun to see Rigg picking on her, but she doesn't get to for long.
This film has a nice little gallery of celebs on hand and each has their little moment or two of glory "under the sun". Several, such as Smith, Jane Birkin, Colin Blakely and Denis Quilley, had appeared in previous Christie films. James Mason, who plays Miles’ husband is looking a little embalmed here and, sadly, would be dead within two years. Once you have heard Miles call him by his character’s name of Odell, you aren’t likely to forget it. Miles bizarre performance mystifies me more than any of the criminal aspects of the story!

The scenery in this film is utterly exquisite and, as was typically the case for these movies, the costumes are wonderful (done here by Anthony Powell, who had also done the ones for Nile.) One of the best aspects (aside from seeing Rigg and Smith one-upping each other) is the vastly underused and unappreciated actor Clay. Best known for playing Lancelot in Excaliber, he is just divinely handsome and effective here. You can trust that there will be a tribute to him at some point in The Underworld.

These films have an unfortunate hamstringing effect on actors in that they are required to perform mostly as suspicious props rather than real people in order to keep the air of mystery and menace going. It’s necessary to keep all avenues open for as long as possible in order to prolong the mystery. Still, there are often juicy little moments to be had within this framework and I always love to see my stars appearing in projects as elegant as these were.

Ustinov clearly had an affinity for the character of Poirot (and he even designed the swimsuit shown here himself!) because he played him six times in all. There were three TV movies (set in the present!) after Evil Under the Sun and, in 1988, the film Appointment With Death. By that time, unfortunately, the budget had dwindled considerably, though there was still a modicum of enjoyment to be had and a handful of star power amongst the cast. Audiences just weren’t willing to go out and pay to see that type of film any more. In more recent years, David Suchet made a great success out of playing the detective in a long series of television movies and Joan Hickson successfully took on Miss Marple in the same way.

18 comments:

Dean said...

Oh, where to start! I LOVE these movies (although I've never seen The Mirror Crack'd). My favorites by far are Death on the Nile and Evil Under the Sun.

Angela Lansbury (in Death...Nile) is so funny and over-the-top. (She reminded me of my grandmother who always seemed to have a scotch in one hand and a cigarette in the other and referred to women as "dames"). I also had a HUGE HUGE crush on Simon MacCorkindale--God, what a beautiful man. Love the whole cast of Death..Nile. One of my favorite interactions with Bette Davis and Maggie Smith: "Come Bowers, it's time to go, this place is beginning to resemble a mortuary," and her reply "Thank God you'll be in one yourself before too long you bloody old fossil!"

Evil Under the Sun--the other favorite--what to say, what to say. Maggie Smith is amazing (and amazingly funny). Her sparring with Dianna Rigg is priceless. And then you have Nicholas Clay. God, what a God. He is breathtakingly handsome (although, I'm still hotter on MacCorkindale). And as you mentioned, the locale, the sets, the music--what's not to love?

Ustinov played Poirot in both of my favorites and I thought he was great. The right balance between detective, comic, and annoying busy-body.

For all of your readers: Heed Poseidon's nudge and watch these gems if you haven't already.

Poseidon3 said...

Dean,

Thanks so much for all your comments, remarks, etc! Did you ever see (the hideous) Jaws 3-D with Simon MacCorkindale? It's a cheesy mess, but if you haven't seen it and like him, you should check it out.

Also, since you obviously enjoy the dialogue between the divas, PLEASE get thee to The Mirror Crack'd ASAP! The ladies have a field day in it.

Thanks again!

Dean said...

Poseidon-Yes, I've seen the train wreck that is Jaws 3-D. But, I could suffer through it again for Simon. I will definitely check out The Mirror Crack'd. I actually had forgotten about it until your review, so Thanks!

FelixInHollywood said...

These movies have always been on my "Oh, I must see this someday" list. But with this post (darn ya) you've got my tongue hanging out!

You are costing me money here because, clearly, I'm goinging to now have to respond to those relentless Netfix 'please come back to us' emails! Oh hell, while I'm at it, I might as well go back through your archives and start compiling my list.

joe said...

Three of my all-time favorite movies (all but Mirror Crack'd, which is okay...). Have you seen the TV "remake" of Orient Express with Meredith Baxter and Alfred Molina? A textbook version of how NOT to do this kind of material!

Poseidon3 said...

Joe, I do believe I at least tried to watch that version (wasn't Leslie Caron in it?!), but I just couldn't get into it.....

Felix, if you're like me, there's always a bunch of movies you wish to see and somehow never get around to. Sorry if I've increased your load! ;-)

joe said...

Yes, she played the Wendy Hiller role, though everyone's characters were significantly changed, and they didn't even have 12 suspects. I only finished it to see how much worse it could get - and it sure didn't disappoint in that regard.

farnhamscott49 said...

I love your reviews. I corresponded a little with Nicholas Clay before he died way too early. He was much loved by his drama students. I think THE ROAD BUILDER is my favourite of his films.

Poseidon3 said...

I'll be doing a profile on him at some point because I adored him and, yes, he was gone FAR too soon. Thanks for commenting!

TJB said...

Oh, I loved "Death on the Nile" as a kid - and adored the book, too. I had a fascination with Egypt back then - or, more accurately, a fascination with Egypt as seen through the eyes of a priveleged British traveler in the 1920's. The heat and the homeless beggars? You could keep 'em. "Nile" is also the one film I can actually abide seeing Mia Farrow in, and Angela is, of course, just delicious. I find myself using Bette Davis's cadence and line reading of "Tem-pah, tem-pah, Bowers!" whenever I can.

Strangely, "Orient Express" never thrilled me much. I'll have to rewatch "Evil"; I saw it television eons ago, and didn't make it all the way through. But if Poseidon likes it...

Poseidon3 said...

HA! I also have an aversion to Mia as a rule, but, yes, I sort of enjoy her in this, deranged as she is. I also like See No Evil, in which she's a blind girl victimized by a vicious killer. Maybe I like seeing her tormented.

TJB, I can almost guarantee that you will like Evil Under the Sun if you watch it now. It's catty, natty and easy on the eyes.

TJB said...

"It's catty, natty and easy on the eyes."

Why, you just described me! LOL.

vinniepop said...

Evil Under The Sun is one of my favourite films of all time. I vividly remember seeing it in 1982 when it first came out, mainly because of where I saw it - aboard the Pacific Princess (yes, I was on THE Love Boat when The Love Boat was a current hit show! I was very star-struck by the whole thing). After we set sail and I found out that the ship had it's own movie theatre AND it was showing a number of current films throughout the cruise...well that was all this then 10-year-old burgeoning young movie buff needed to hear, and I was there for the first screening.

(...and I'm also pretty sure I was the only kid on that whole cruise who opted to spend a sunny afternoon on the Mexican Riviera sitting in a dark, comfy theatre watching an Agatha Christie whodunit instead of lounging on the deck or swimming in the pool -- time well spent, I say!)

Poseidon3 said...

I would love to go on a cruise (Poseidon Adventure nut that I am), but never have! You remind me of the day (described elsewhere on the blog) that my mother shooed me outside on a gorgeous day when I was watching James Franciscus in Beneath the Planet of the Apes! I cried. Nowadays, I do love my outdoor activities when it's nice, but back then I was a movie zombie...

Taylor Maddux said...

Poseidon,

This was a fun tour through Agatha Christie land.

I saw "Orient" twice, but can't remember who dunnit. So that's definitely due for a re-watch. Ditto "Nile" with Davis and Smith going at each other. Never saw "Evil", but it sounds right up my alley. Does any one warble one of the Porter tunes?

Poseidon3 said...

Taylor, ALL of these films are a pleasure to watch for fans of the stars. "Orient" is, to me, the most serious, at times even scary. "Nile" is more campy (and does suffer from repetition) but looks amazing. "Evil" does have some singing by - if I remember right - Rigg and Smith, though it's been a while since I watched it. It's so beautiful, with great costumes, deliciously catty dialogue and the yummy Nicholas Clay.

Denis Ferrara said...

Great analysis of all these films. One question/statement--Elizabeth Taylor never played "below her age." Indeed because she grew gigantic bazooms at 14, and had a generally mature appearance (not unlike Linda Darnell) ET was cast a grown woman while still in her teens. Audiences certainly thought of her as mature. (if rather prissy before she Mike Todd, Eddie Fisher, etc) Lansbury was not as glamorous--although she could be--and was cast in older character roles long before the bloom was off her rose.

Poseidon3 said...

Hi, Denis. I appreciate your coming here, your compliment and your comments. This post is nearly seven years old. so it's sometimes difficult to recall why I might have said something now. However, I think what I was referring to was how Taylor, like many great female stars such as Crawford, Davis, Stanwyck and so on, did play youngish "girl" parts from time to time when she wasn't really that any more. "The Only Game in Town" comes to mind, in which we were supposed to believe that 35 year-old, rather squat, Liz was a hot Las Vegas showgirl, and "BUtterfield 8" was initially meant to be about a late-teenage girl rather than the thrice-married 28 year-old. But, you're right! She really didn't partake in this as much as others did or as heavily as I implied. So your point is well taken. Thanks!