Film

Murder on the Orient Express

Name: Murder on the Orient Express
Genre: Drama, Thriller, Mystery
Released: 1974
Cast: Albert Finney, Lauren Bacall, Martin Balsam, Ingrid Bergman, Sean Connery

Sidney Lumet stuffs a decadent 1930s train with an absurd number of movie stars and lets Albert Finney's mustachioed, faintly ridiculous Poirot pick them apart one by one. It's less about the murder than the pleasure of watching famous faces lie beautifully in fur coats and lamplight. Slow, plush, theatrical — a puzzle box dressed as a costume drama, for people who like their crime solved with velvet gloves.

TMDb rating

7.1

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