When the only tool you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. The Queen broods and snaps at the mistress. There is nudity and Fabian patiently represses rage. This was entirely ill-suited and there are inclinations toward tragedy. A fortune teller plots. Is this show going to do the Affair Of The Poisons? There is a situation of tension and Louis ignores how as an outlaw nation, France is an international pariah. This was mmmm.
“The principle favourite in the royal household.”
“Very agricultural face.”
“Everybody hates you.”
“Your lineage disowned.”
“Time is no judge of loyalty.”
“Useful social tool.”
“Inevitable tidal wave of doom.”
“Involves hitting things, I’m sure you’d enjoy it immensely.”
Poirot is called in to figure out which of the ghastly family members did it. Seemingly the cops do not care about an axe murderer on the loose. Cora’s ex-husband has zero reaction to her death George is recalcitrant. There is suspicion. George drinks, tantrums and berates his mother. He also gets his shirt off. The family are vile, yet another will shows up and there is the big reveal. The killer really can’t act.
“Excessive to say the least.”
“Aunt Cora ran off with a penniless Italian painter.”
“He was murdered wasn’t he?”
“Hacked to death by an intruder with a hatchet.”