However, this is not original, it is adapted from Grandma's classic masterpiece. Poirot is one of the greatest detectives in the world, distinguished by his distinctive features. Actors can't be required to have eggheads, but where have the mantras, vanity and good temper gone? How is it possible to get on and off the car, look for evidence in and out of the car, pick the door and press the lock, and even chase after people who never disdain sports? Different from other world-class detectives, the distinctive and unique cleanliness has also been stolen and replaced by the quirky pursuit of balance, and there is only a pair of mustaches that do not seem to be imposing enough. This is obviously not a bit funny, it will make Poirot, the little old man who relaxes his vigilance, but always has insight into human nature. At the climax of the movie, Poirot, who pursues justice of results, is bound by procedural justice. It can be said that this character has been completely smashed and reorganized.
As a fan of the original book, I don't resist creative adaptations, but as one of Poirot's fans, if the idol suddenly becomes another person from the inside out, not stepping back is my greatest restraint.
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