Disappointing, even with the lovely John Moffatt (RIP) who was such a perfect Poirot. Julia McKenzie was a not-bad Miss Marple, but as Ariadne Oliver she's way over the top and makes her sound slightly pixillated at all times. (Stephanie Cole does an excellent Ariadne. And so does Hugh Fraser!) And the adaptation brings in alcoholic drinks whenever the plot sags. "Have another sherry, inspector!" "I don't mind if I do!" I'm sorry, this is not witty dialogue. Ariadne (like Agatha) doesn't drink, and says so. Frequently. Mentions of alcohol, and people being a bit squiffy, are not funny. This is a late Christie, and sadly it shows. The plot is thin, and relies on effects Christie had used many times before (better). The interesting thing about the book (must reread) is the way events are garbled in people's memories. The adaptation has junked the "long, rambling reminiscences", but as I recall these are what make the book. Another point is that in the days of Empire, middle class English people used to spend most of their lives in a far-off, very different country. Back home, friends and family heard distorted rumours of scandalous goings-on. The solution, when it comes, is melodramatic and rather Victorian.