Agatha Christie
adaptation about a bunch of unbearable posh arseholes squabbling over the
division of a sizable will and furtively killing each other.
I don't like the
British fetish for making expensive period films about rich people living in
massive houses all despising and plotting against each other, all that boating
lake, cricket green, straw hat, Rolls Royce dogshit can fuck off up Julian
Fellowes arse.
However, Glen Close
was excellent in this, made it worth watching and it went off in a slightly
different direction to what I was expecting.
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