For those who don't know, in Death on the
nile, lustful lovebirds Linnet Ridgeway Doyle (Gal Gadot) and Simon Doyle (Armie Hammer) spend their honeymoon with fairly much everybody who has ever despised Linnet, primarily because she is wealthy, beautiful, and renowned. Hercule Poirot (Kenneth Branagh) also joins them, which is convenient because several murders occur inside S.S. Karnak, and everyone alive is a prime suspect because everyone has a reason to kill. The main storyline thread is the convoluted
love triangle between Linnet, Simon, and Jacqueline de Bellefort (Emma Mackey), Linnet's closest buddy and Simon's unhappy, envious ex-fiancée. I won't reveal who gets murdered.
When it comes to the rest of the Death on the
nile crew, it's Letitia and Sophie who steal the show with their spunky, potent characters and are deservedly conferred with noteworthy one-liners, while Gal and Emma delight in bringing the right steamy-ness and blatant bitterness to the fated
love triangle, "love" being the overarching premise behind the mystery! The most gorgeous and accomplished
women sparkle the brightest in their initial
dance movements.
Despite a few genuine laughs here and there, Michael's uninspiring writing for Death on the
nile lacked the pleasant spiciness you'd expect from an Agatha Christie
murder mystery. You can figure out who the killer is from a mile away, and the foreshadowing instances are a little too obvious for my taste.
murder on the Orient Express, on the other hand, was a more unusual watch.