in which I take in my little review which couldn’t find a home. That’s why it’s written all professional-like: Kenneth Branagh’s Murder on the Orient Express opens with a slapstick religious conflict and rises to a windswept, prosecutorial climax. In between there are gunshots and stabbings, and the great detective Hercule Poirot, sans his traditional embonpoint, leaps around a train trestle in pursuit of a suspect. The setup of Express is simple. Mr. Ratchett, a shady American businessman (Johnny Depp,... Read more