A HAUNTING IN VENICE – Review

(L-R): Riccardo Scamarcio as Vitale Portfoglio and Kenneth Branagh as Hercule Poirot in 20th Century Studios’ A HAUNTING IN VENICE. Photo by Rob Youngson. © 2023 20th Century Studios. All Rights Reserved.

Agatha Christie fans will delight in A HAUNTING IN VENICE, because Kenneth Branagh really hits the mark with this one.

Branagh has directed and starred a few of these Christie classic mysteries as Belgian detective Hercule Poirot, featuring star casts and a big, splashy out-sized approach (including Branagh version of Poirot’s famous mustache). Those films have been based on very familiar Agatha Christie mysteries, the ones that have been done, on big screen and small, many times before over the years, which meant they invited comparison, sometimes unfavorable, to some stellar films and productions.

With A HAUNTING IN VENICE, Branagh takes a different tack. This Agatha Christie mystery film is based on a less-familiar Poirot mystery, Christie’s “Hallowe’en Party,” but it is re-set in an irresistible location, Venice, and the story is altered from the original in other ways, transforming it into a tale with elements of a supernatural ghost story. This time Branagh strikes gold. That extravagant mustache returns, and again there is a cast with some big name stars, but otherwise it feels like something completely fresh, a movie that is more immersive, unexpected and intriguing.

A HAUNTING IN VENICE leans into the mysterious atmosphere and haunting beauty of Venice, one of the world’s most storied cities. While all Agatha Christie mysteries are murder mysteries, this one is unusual in that it also has a ghost story side. Further, the story is set not during Venice’s Mardi Gras carnival season, with its masks and secrets, but at Halloween, with its masks and mischief, starting with a children’s costume party full or games and bobbling for apples, followed by a more serious seance attended by grown-ups.

Now-retired detective Hercule Poirot (Kenneth Branagh) is living quietly in Venice when he is sought out by mystery author Ariadne Oliver (Tina Fey) who wants the famous detective to help her de-bunk famed spiritualist medium Joyce Reynolds (Michelle Yeoh) at a seance in a private home on Halloween.

The seance is to take place at a grand old mansion, a palazzo, and before the seance, the home will host a Halloween party for orphaned children. The legend is that the palazzo was once a Medieval orphanage but when the plague hit, the orphans’ caretakers abandoned their charges, and the ghosts of those abandoned children still haunt the house, seeking revenge.

But that legend is not why the spiritualist is being called to conduct a seance. The woman who owns the palazzo is a retired famous opera singer, Rowena Drake (Kelly Reilly), and she is hoping to contact her dead daughter, a young woman who either jumped or fell to her death in the canal while in the grip of madness. Whether it was suicide, an accident or murder has remained unclear, but the distraught mother still mourns her lost child and seeks to hear her voice again.

Venice itself is almost a character in this tale, as is the still grand but eerie palazzo. Calling on this legendary atmosphere, Venice really shines in its dark, watery, and mysterious way. Branagh makes the most of the location, leaning into all things Venice, with art direction and moody half-lit photography.

Tina Fey’s author Ariadne Oliver’s arm-twisting compels Branagh’s Poirot to go to the palazzo’s Halloween party but whether he will even stay for the seance, much less expose the medium or solve any murder or murders, are details the film slowly reveals. Of course, as with any Christie tale, a diverse group turns up, invited or not, for the proceedings, and all of whom have some connection to the dead young woman, their own secrets, and perhaps motives for murder. Supporting characters include Olga Seminoff (French actress Camille Cottin, who was so excellent as Golda Meir’s assistant and confidant in GOLDA), a straight-laced servant with her own secrets, and Dr. Leslie Ferrier (Jamie Dornan, who played the father in Branagh’s BELFAST), the family’s doctor who is haunted by his war experiences, along with his young son Leopold Ferrier (Jude Hill, the boy in BELFAST) a solemn and wise-beyond-his-years youngster who seems more the parent than his sad father.

Branagh has dialed back his Poirot in this performance, and added a level of doubt not usually seen in Poirot, which works very well here. Tina Fey’s author Ariadne Oliver clearly to represent Agatha Christie, referring to her novels as being based on the exploits of the famous detective, but nothing in Tina Fey’s performance makes you think of the British writer. The supporting parts are strong, with young Jude Hill and, of course, Michelle Yeoh, as memorable standouts.

Without the intense familiarity of the better-know Agatha Christie tales, the audience is allowed the pleasure of trying to figure out the various mysteries, and to better appreciate the writer’s skill in building suspense, and the script made other changes to the novel’s plot to keep us guessing.

The mystery is given a big boost by the Venetian setting and the watery house alone but beautiful, austere, moody photography enhances things too. The photography is perfect and lovely, just what you want for Venice and that the story largely takes place at night adds even more to the mood. All old Venetian houses have unused levels below water and an inherent mysterious atmosphere in them, particularly after the sun goes down. Branagh draws on all that delicious atmosphere with relish. Add in some candlelight, fine old furniture, vintage details and all those period costumes, and our imaginations to do the rest.

All this is catnip for Christie fans but if this kind of cleverly-plotted, period murder mystery is not to your taste, this one might not be for you. As for me, as a fan of Christie, suspense and Venice generally, it is very much my cup of tea (and there are cups of tea). Also note that while is a supernatural element, this is a crime thriller, not horror.

Kenneth Branagh hits the Agatha Christie target dead-on with A HAUNTING IN VENICE, and one hopes that will continue with the next one, as there likely will be another. But it will be hard to top something like this suspense yarn set in Venice at Halloween.

A HAUNTING IN VENICE opens in theaters on Friday, Sept. 15.

RATING: 3.5 out of 4 stars

DEATH ON THE NILE (2022) – Review

In director Kenneth Branagh’s mystery-thriller “Death on the Nile” based on the 1937 novel by Agatha Christie, Simon Doyle (ARMIE HAMMER) and Linnet Ridgeway (GAL GADOT) are a picture-perfect couple on a honeymoon voyage down the Nile River which is tragically cut short. Wedding guests aboard the glamorous river steamer in this daring tale about the emotional chaos and deadly consequences triggered by obsessive love include Belgian sleuth Hercule Poirot (KENNETH BRANAGH) and an all-star cast of suspects. Twentieth Century Studios’ “Death on the Nile” opens in U.S. theaters on February 11, 2022. Photo by Rob Youngson. © 2020 Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation. All Rights Reserved.

Not in the mood for romance this big pre-holiday weekend? Well, how about a murder, most foul, and….quite stylish. You see, this isn’t a grim and gritty crime caper, like those profiled in all the podcasts and streaming channels. This is based on a classic novel from an iconic novelist with an almost as famous sleuth out to nab the culprits. Nope, it’s not the fellow from London with the deerstalker cap, nor the hard-nosed PI from San Fran spotting a battered fedora. This “prestige picture” marks the return (after nearly five years ) of the shamus with the spectacular ‘stashe, Hercule Poirot as portrayed by Kenneth Branaugh (still basking in the glow of all those recent Oscar noms, no doubt). He’s ditched the train in favor of an equally luxurious river steamer (with an equally impressive all-star cast) just in time the ponder the mystery concerning a grisly DEATH ON THE NILE.

We filmgoers do quite a bit of traveling also, as the prologue goes from the horror of WW1 in 1914 to a mid-1930s flashback in a crowded London jazz club. Poirot (Branaugh) is there to sample the superb desserts but is distracted by the blues guitar stylings of the enigmatic singer Salome Otterbourne (Sophie Okonedo), managed by her niece Rosalie (Letitia Wright). Also catching his eye is the re-uniting of old friends, the wealthy debutante Linnet Ridgeway (Gal Gadot) and school chum Jacqueline du Bellefort (Emma Mackey) who is there with her new fiancee, not-so-wealthy American Simon Doyle (Armie Hammer). Out of his hearing range, Jacqueline implores Linnet to hire Simon as a manager for her newest luxury manor. Several months later, Hercule is vacationing in Egypt and runs into his old friend from the Orient Express Bouc (Tom Bateman) who’s there with his prickly mother Euphemia (Annette Bening). The duo is staying at the plush local hotel to celebrate the wedding of Simon and…Linnet (how things can change in a few months). Also in attendance are Linnet’s godmother, the sickly “pro-worker” Marie Van Schuyler (Jennifer Sanders) with ever-present Nurse Bowers (Dawn French), her financial manager/cousin Katchadourian (Ali Fazal), and her ex-fiancee Dr. Windlesham (Russell Brand), along with entertainment provided by Salome and Rosalie. Oh, and a big surprise…the definitely “not-invited” Jacqueline. But this will not change the honeymoon plans. Hercule is invited to join them in a cruise down the Nile via the “top of the line” steamer, the Karnak. A side trek through the ruins almost ends in tragedy, but things don’t really get “dicey” until Jacqueline sneaks about at one of the ports. It’s almost inevitable that this unnerving tension will lead the way to (cue the ominous music beat)…MURDER!!

With the second “case” under his belt, Branugh brings a touch more humanity to the great Belgian detective. He shows us how the loss of a great romance altered his behavior, though he is progressing a bit more, Branugh’s superb line delivery shines through, whether he’s extolling a fine cuisine as he’s tossing a wry insult toward an insufferable intruder to his table. But there’s more warmth here as seen in his affection for the rascal Bouc and in his stammering infatuation with Salome, played with scene-stealing gusto by Okonedo. She demands respect while still being impressed and charmed by the eccentricities of Hercule. Mackey is almost a sad vengeful specter as the rebuffed Jacqueline. Bening embodies haughty propriety as the easily annoyed matron. What a treat to see the comedy team of French and Saunders reunited as the bickering duo (Schulyer dislikes the “upper classes” while Bowers delights in the “fancy fluff”). Speaking of comic actors, Brand is quite effective as the dejected suitor of Linette who knows that everyone finds him “ridiculous”.Once again, Gadot is luminous as the “poor lil’ rich girl”, glowing in the gorgeous retro fashions, though her character has little to do. And Hammer, in what could be his big-screen “swan song”, evokes the thin-mustached 30s “rakes” and “swells”.These river travelers are just as complex and compelling as those rail passengers from the last “crime caper”.

And once again, Branagh does double duty as director helming another Agatha Christie adaptation from Michael Green, a witty one at that. Actually, this follow-up feels a bit more fluid since the previous one went out of its way to get off the train to the point of absurdity (interrogation is the frigid tundra…brrrrr). There’s no great effort to “open it up” since it is a touring cruiser. The stroll through the ruins is eerie (I half expected Karloff to shamble out of a hidden chamber) and exciting, with great use of CGI and drone footage. The “meat” of the tale is on board and the Karnak becomes almost a character itself, with sudden staircases and dark lower decks. The film’s odd choices are really in the opening sequences. The WW1 scenes feel like rehashes of 1917, WONDER WOMAN, and even THE KING’S MAN, though the use of black and white gives it the look of a feverish nightmare. But then it goes from those battle terrors to the London nightclub where Salome provides the soundtrack to a thrusting, gyrating dancehall orgy (I hope several physical therapists were on call to handle pulled muscles and limbs). It’s a weird sweaty mix of DIRTY DANCING, “Cirque du Soleil”, and CALIGULA. Maybe those tiny desserts fueled the contortions. Well, at least the fashions were superb, with everyone reflecting the sun with the crisp variations of white and soft pastels. Ditto for the period furnishings, autos, and sets. For fans of all-star late show whodunits, this is a splendid reworking of the novel and its fondly recalled 1978 movie. DEATH ON THE NILE is an engaging mix of travelogue and mystery that should keep audiences guessing the culprit right up to the big reveal. Now if only Poirot could enjoy a murder-free vacation…

3 Out of 4

DEATH ON THE NILE is now playing in theatres everywhere