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MURDER ON THE ORIENT EXPRESS (2017) - had high hopes based on the trailers, but word of mouth was mixed, so I didn't go see this in theaters. When it was one of the (free!) options on the plane flying up to Canada, though, I took advantage. Going in with low expectations meant I enjoyed it more than I expected. Sir Kenneth is no David Suchet, of course, but otherwise the only real jarring note was Daisy Ridley - not her acting so much as the fact that Daisy looked a good ten years younger than her characters should logically be. :wry: I hadn't forgotten the Big Twist, but I was left with a yen to re-read the book. I'm not sure if that's a good thing - the last Christie I re-read, well, see below.

FLYING WITCH (via Crunchyroll) - someone on Tumblr had a GIF set from it, so I went hunting in my queue. Behold, proof that Tumblr recs are sometimes worth it - this is a prime example of the ever-elusive fluffy supernatural show that doesn't decide to insert gratuitous angsty plot somewhere around episode 6! Instead, it's sweet, occasionally spooky (the GIF set that got me interested involves the primary witch character trying to offer a moaning mandrake to a non-witch friend), and art that occasionally rises from 'decent' to 'evocative,' usually when the supernatural is involved.

THE MOVING FINGER, by Agatha Christie - a re-read, though I don't remember how long ago I read it. The solution depends on Only Women (Or Men Who Behave Like Women) Pay Attention To Gossip - ugh - and the romances of both the viewpoint character and his sister both involve equally painful 1940s ideas of gender roles. (No, seriously, the viewpoint character kidnaps his love interest up to London for a makeover, after which he suddenly realizes that this woman, who he's treated the entire book as if she were twelve, is in fact twenty and sexually attractive! Sadly, Miss Marple does not beat him about the head and shoulders with her parasol for this stunt. Alas.) I am reminded why I tend to prefer Christie's short stories - the bullshit tends to be less on display.