And Then There Were None
A great cast and a killer setup—literally—make this version of And Then There Were None hard to resist. Ten strangers get invited to a fancy house on a remote island, accused of past crimes, and start dropping one by one. It’s classic Agatha Christie and basically the template for every “people trapped together with secrets” story since.
The mystery’s solid, but the delivery’s a bit stiff. The dialogue feels clipped, like everyone’s only allowed a maximum of two lines at a time, before the camera rushes to the next suspect. There’s also some prime overacting—not enough to ruin it, just enough to remind you it’s from the 1940s.
Still, it’s fun watching this cast chew on guilt and paranoia, even if they never quite get their teeth into the script. And Then There Were None might be murder by manners, but it’s a stylish one all the same.
The mystery’s solid, but the delivery’s a bit stiff. The dialogue feels clipped, like everyone’s only allowed a maximum of two lines at a time, before the camera rushes to the next suspect. There’s also some prime overacting—not enough to ruin it, just enough to remind you it’s from the 1940s.
Still, it’s fun watching this cast chew on guilt and paranoia, even if they never quite get their teeth into the script. And Then There Were None might be murder by manners, but it’s a stylish one all the same.
Mini Review: A great cast and a killer setup make this version of And Then There Were None hard to resist. Ten strangers on a remote island, accused of murder, start dropping like flies — classic Christie. The mystery’s solid, but the dialogue’s stiff and the acting a bit stagey. Still, it’s fun watching guilt and paranoia take hold in a story that proves murder can be frightfully polite.
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