Thank you LWT (London Weekend Television) and (eventually) ITV Studios for offering this magnificent television expédition! Poirot, brilliantly portrayed by Sir David Suchet is one of the best television shows in the world, ever! Even Agatha Christie's books are not as good as the writing in this show (thank you Poirot writers!). You haven't been gobsmacked until you've seen this elegant, suspense... Read more
Thank you LWT (London Weekend Television) and (eventually) ITV Studios for offering this magnificent television expédition! Poirot, brilliantly portrayed by Sir David Suchet is one of the best television shows in the world, ever! Even Agatha Christie's books are not as good as the writing in this show (thank you Poirot writers!). You haven't been gobsmacked until you've seen this elegant, suspenseful, well-written, and well-acted marvel!
Art Deco became appealing because of this television's well design elegant sets. The soundtrack naturally complements the refined, stylish and nostalgic approach to murder mysteries that Poirot exhibits. The acting of the cast is incredible! The friendships of Poirot are gassers! There is the comically brazen off the cob bazoo, Inspector Chief Japp (Jackson). There is the attractive and fun timidity of our piece of cake, Captain Hastings (Fraser). I especially like the dedicated, organized, and caring tomato, Miss Lemon (Moran). Lastly, there is the hilarious Abercrombie whiz , our Ariadne Oliver (Wanamaker). They hold respect for one another; fret together through the maze and horror of murder; can still laugh; and never forget to recognize and value the nice in this world. Their working relationships and persinal friendships are a model for all.
Sir David Suchet is the best Hercule Poirot, a butter and egg man! His acting is as impeccable as M. Poirot's criminal detection. Mr. Suchet is so good being M. Poirot --- which he did for around (25) twenty-five years --- that it is hard to believe that he isn't really the world's greatest detective from Belgium (please remember, for Poirot's sake, that he is not French). The way Mr. Suchet walks; meticulously cares for his moustache; experiences the dirtiness in the world with the same disgust and need to clean as the rest of us; insists on the best of everything, as a consumer (like the rest of us); and dances with his little gray cells is amazingly real!
I miss the early 20th century roadsters and fashion. I miss traveling in style with Poirot around the world; xplring the great and trying to understand the terrible together; and seeing Life through his intelligent yet innocent lonely eyes. Abyssinia from this road sister!Show less
