This first paragraph has little to do with the movie we’ll
be discussing today. We’ll get to that, but I have to get something off my
chest first. Multiple times walking out of Kenneth Branagh’s adaptation of
Murder on the Orient Express, which, admittedly, isn’t
great, I overheard people ask, “Have you heard of her before?” Her being AGATHA
FUCKING CHRISTIE. Only the most celebrated mystery writer of all fucking time.
Apologies, I needed to yell about that for a moment. I’m rage hyperventilating just
thinking about it. Onward.
