The Mirror Crack'd   

        

Director: Guy Hamilton
Year: 1980
Rating: 5.0

If you are planning to murder someone in the quaint English village of Mary St. Mead, step number one would be to kill the elderly seemingly harmless Miss Marple. Because she will catch you. Based on Agatha Christie's book of the same name, this film has an oveflow of famous actors slightly beyond their prime. Having loads of well-known names in the Christie film adaptations was already becoming a tradition with Murder on the Orient Express (1974) and Death on the Nile (1978). This has continued up to the present with the new Murder on the Orient Express and Death on the Nile. The film takes place in the 1950s and if this film had been made then with this cast it would have been quite the event. Elizabeth Taylor, Rock Hudson, Kim Novak, Tony Curtis, Geraldine Chaplin and Angela Lansbury. Of slightly younger vintage is Edward Fox and a future star who is in the film for a nanosecond as Taylor's paramour in the film within a film, Pierce Brosnan.



All those names do not make a great film though as this one ponders along till Miss Marple in the middle of the night figures it out. Having read the book, I was way ahead of her! Angela Lansbury plays Miss Marple. Marple had been portrayed only in four films previously - the series with Margaret Rutherford. Fun films but the characterization of Marple is just plain silly. Lansbury takes another tack but still doesn't get it right. First they age her badly - horrible job - she looks 20 years older than she did in Murder She Wrote that began in four years. Making her older is Ok I guess but the make-up job makes her look like she hasn't slept in a month. It wasn't until Joan Hickson got the role for the TV series that Miss Marple was done right. After going on endlessly about Poirot's missing moustache in Lord Edgware Dies, I don't want to make a thing of this - but here Miss Marple smokes. Come on. What's next. Sex with the Vicar.



Nor does a great director guarantee a good film. This is directed by Guy Hamilton who did so much better with spies and masculine heroes. I mean what a resume - Goldfinger, Live and Let Die, Diamonds are Forever, The Funeral in Berlin, Battle of Britain and Force 10 from Navarone. It feels like he has no idea what to do with an old biddy and so he sidelines her early on with a sprained ankle and gives the sleuthing to the Inspector, who then reports to Miss Marple. She is housebound for nearly the entire film. After this he did tackle another Christie book, Evil Under the Sun, with Peter Ustinov as Poirot. This was slightly better but not by a lot. No action old crime solvers didn't bring out his best.



The film starts off in lovely fashion - the gathering of the suspects in one room for the denouement - and suddenly it stops due to a malfunction and you realize you have been watching a film in the local townhall. Everyone wants to know who the killer is - Miss Marple gets up to leave and explains who it is and why she knows. She is right of course. Unfortunately, that looked more interesting than the rest of the film. A famous American actress (Taylor) and her husband director (Hudson) rent a grand manor to stay in while they are making a film. Her comeback. Curtis is the producer, Chaplin the secretary, Novak a rival actress, Fox from Scotland Yard. They give a yard party for the town and someone is poisoned from the town.



Taylor, Novak and Curtis must think they are in a southern gothic play they overact so much - Fox underplays so much he is invisible - Rock Hudson is ok but dreary and Lansbury just doesn't nail it. She is off, The script is off. There were plans to star Lansbury in two more Marple films but the critical reception of this one put a bullet in the head of that. Murder, She Wrote is much better. This was apparently inspired by the true tragedy of what happened to Gene Tierney, though as best we know there was no murder.