One of the things I really like about Agatha Christie is the scrupulously fair way she presents you with all the clues necessary to solve the mystery, but manages to do so in such a way that you usually overlook them.
There's little chance of doing so in this dramatisation - significant plot elements have been rearranged, and are forced on you with sledgehammer over-emphasis. Sublety, a hallmark of Christie's work, is totally missing here.
On the plus side, Geraldine McEwan seems to be coming to terms with her characterisation of Miss Marple. We see flashes of the shrewd observer beneath the fluffy exterior. And the guest cast is full of recognisable faces, so at least there is some mystery left - you can't simply spot the culprit by studying the cast list.
There's little chance of doing so in this dramatisation - significant plot elements have been rearranged, and are forced on you with sledgehammer over-emphasis. Sublety, a hallmark of Christie's work, is totally missing here.
On the plus side, Geraldine McEwan seems to be coming to terms with her characterisation of Miss Marple. We see flashes of the shrewd observer beneath the fluffy exterior. And the guest cast is full of recognisable faces, so at least there is some mystery left - you can't simply spot the culprit by studying the cast list.