Alena Marshall is a glamorous female celebrity. She never hides her love for other men, but also enjoys the feeling of being pursued by men, thus completely ignoring the feelings of her husband and adopted daughter. Patrick Redfern is a handsome and energetic boy. Although he has a frail wife Christine Redfern, he still can't resist Alena's temptation. The resort hotel "Happy Roger" on the small island next to Lathecombe Bay has become a stage for showcasing evil. All tourists who come here on holiday seem to have a conflict of interest with Alena. Where there is sin, there is Poirot, and this time is no exception. The wise man sees all contradictions in his eyes. Alena died, which came as no surprise to everyone. Although everyone has a motive for committing the crime, everyone has a perfect alibi, but in fact the murderer showed the fox tail very early
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Evil Under the Sun movie plot
2022-01-16 08:02
Extended Reading
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Koby 2022-04-23 07:03:55
The case setting is like the Nile River, the reasoning process is like the Orient Express, and the isolated island environment is like no one has survived. Because the character of the murderer is too similar to the Nile River, he guessed the truth early, and his interest was greatly reduced. After reading a lot of Agatha, you will find that she often writes about yacht trains and islands + upper-class nobles + multiple suspects + non-single crime + handsome and romantic men. And then confirmed that I still don't like Mr. Poirot...
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Kari 2022-03-27 09:01:18
I can never guess who the murderer is when I read the original. . . Love Agatha Christie. . . Love these adaptations of old classics. . . It is no longer possible to make such a film. . .
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Daphne Castle: [notices Poirot in lobby] Oh, you - you must be Sir Horace Blatt's friend; perhaps - perhaps you'll sign in?
Poirot: [signs hotel register]
Daphne Castle: Oh, so you're the famous Hercule Poirot eh?
Poirot: Ah you are too amiable madame.
Daphne Castle: [sternly] Perhaps - I hope you haven't come here to practice your sleuthing games on my guests - they've all got far too many skeletons in their cupboards to join in with enthusiasm.
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Christine Redfern: [watching people sunbathing on the beach] How I wish I could do that, just lie in the sun.
Poirot: Mais porquoi, madame? Look at them lying in rows, like corpses at the morgue! They are not men and women. Nothing personal about them. They're just bodies, butcher's meat, steaks grilling in the sun.