So-so Christie adaptation which did nothing to create a series of Marple big screen versions in the same way that we've had various takes on Poirot.
Some decent names in the cast such as Lansbury, Hudson, Taylor, Fox and Geraldine Chapman but the whole thing never feels like anything more than a rainy Sunday afternoon TV watch. There's no bog screen vibe in the same way Branagh's recent Belgian detective films had. Maybe it's down to Marple's St Mary Mead, twee English village setting, all summer fêtes with cups of tea and cucumber sandwiches, a staid version of TVs Midsomer.
