It's something you always hear said, but in this case it's very true. Reading it was an experience in lovely plot twists, gothic atmosphere, and an atmosphere of chills--not of scariness--but of pleasure to sink into this murder story with lots of suspects and red herrings and wanting to know what happens next and never quite expecting what does. Reading it at night you're always saying, okay, I'll read just one more chapter and then I'll go to sleep. Well, maybe just one more. And finally it's 2:30 am, and you're saying that's an incredible ending--what fun!. All very satsifying. Now the BBC production is faithful to the novel but just does not capture the fun. Not that the characters, except for maybe the little girl, are supposed to be having fun, but they the actors don't seem to be having fun either--and they really should be. It's great to act in a Christie play or adaptation. And often the BBC adatations really hit that well--but it these actors were worried too much about getting it right. And so while you hear the mystery and can follow the plot, it never feels like everyone's excited to be working on a Christie and they should be. I'm not saying they should be giggling or even sending up the characters, but we don't need deep psychological introspection either--that's not what Christie is about--She's not Arthur Miller or Thomas Hardy--but she's just as great in her own way which is clearly quite different, and this production just didn't quite get it.