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With the transition from the big screen to television, Poirot films with Ustinov faced the question of how to keep people’s attention. And the momentary idea of the update was really not a good idea. It lacks the proverbial punch or at least the attempt at the (inter)war atmosphere that defines Agatha's work. The original 1933 novel "Lord Edgware Dies" was not a suitable substance for experimentation. However, we do have the rare casting of Suchet in a supporting role. But I'd love to see the original Lord Edgware Dies (1934) with Austin Trevor. It's the only thing that could bring me peace.

What more can I add? The 1941 novel suffers somewhat herein from sloppy sets and costumes, which is typical. Peter Ustinov is quite likable as Poirot for the second time. What's great is Cole Porter's soundtrack. Maggie Smith is pleasant.

I’d been missing the poetics of Sho.com. In retrospect, it is no longer necessary to follow the provocative theme as the main motif of the series; what remains today, twelve years later, is a well-written series that plays out in a sympathetic half-hour format the story of a suburb not so different from the place where each of us lives. Weeds is, after all, the story of a young widow looking for a way to live her life. And that's more than enough. Each series has a nice cliffhanger. So for now, after three seasons, that's good enough. Let's see if I can find time for the remaining five. It's starting to look like slapstick in places.

This has a very strange way of working with information. I'd really like to see what kind of feedback an Art viewer can have for this, let's say stylized, documentary. Czech silent film will always be a victim of random attempts to face it in the future, yet only the present is somehow still missing.

Do you love Prohibition? Okay, then. Are you ready for some real bloody carnage? Okay, then. Are you interested in something more than just a bloody slaughter? Then you're in the wrong place. Of course, for those interested in a more comprehensive look at Prohibition, I recommend the series Boardwalk Empire.

Fancy a classic romcom starring Jennifer Aniston? You do? Then pick something else. Although she does play her role as she does in a number of her romantic comedies, she has a polished style, she's sweet, endearing, and snappy, and her micro-world works. But the story of her counterpart is a different movie altogether, about the great pains of grief and repressed feelings. The power with which Aaron Eckhart plays his widower could boldly rival in another film, for example, Birth with Nicole Kidman. And together, unfortunately, it doesn't work at all.

Is this film trying to break the classic structure of a linearly narrated biopic? It wasn't necessary. The story of Linda Lovelace is not such a fundamental story that it needs to be told twice in one film. It's up to the viewer which version they choose, of course, but if we were to experiment with viewer interactivity, the Deep Throat story really isn't the best material. Why, you ask? Because it's too simple.

A very nicely processed substance. Wallis and Edward is a classic 20th-century romance, ever so influential on politics and the course of history. Jane Seymour is fresh and charming. The perceptive viewer may not appreciate the cheap mask she has acquired as a widow, but for those few minutes, we need not spoil this wonderful experience.

A sweetly intimate look at Marie Antoinette's last days in Versailles. In Farewell, My Queen, the emotions are even more intimate, if only for the shortened time. A wonderful private glimpse into the mosaic of the Great French Revolution.

I never wanted to go into The Apartment. The late Wilder stars like Lemmon or MacLaine (here representing a new type of beauty - after all, she is a star in the Audrey Hepburn era, right?) are never attractive on their own, but they need proper guidance, more than anyone else. The story has a certain charm, but its essence is brash and cruel at the same time, so the finale is highly questionable. But all this, managed by Wilder with considerable experience, has a certain level and now and then it is good to accept such experiences. Not to rest on our laurels, right?