Towards Zero
In 2014 the BBC successfully moved to acquire the rights to Agatha Christie's estate. Since then they have made nine adaptations. I actually couldn't bring myself to watch John Malkovich as Poirot so I can't pass judgement on it, but of the rest, two are fabulous, one is acceptable, and the rest are too painful to watch. In fact I couldn't even finish Partners in Crime it was so bad. AND they're redoing it with Conchita's husband from The Buccaneers who I've seen no evidence of acting ability from. Just hell no. There's only one Tommy and Tuppence and that's James Warwick and Francesca Annis. And while I'm at it, no one asked for that sex scene in The Witness for the Prosecution. NO ONE! I'm not saying that ITV wasn't guilty of crimes against Christie, they just weren't so consistently criminal. Plus, David Suchet! He IS Poirot and forever will be no matter what Kenneth Branagh thinks in his fever dreamed mind. Though one perfect show is almost worth the trade-off of all this dreck. And Then There Were None I have to say, from my point of view, is sheer perfection, but Towards Zero comes damn close. Though fans of ITV's Marple might find it a tad familiar. As Angelica Huston, in her first onscreen role in five years, looked out at a dead body being pulled out of the water while bemoaning the stupidity of man and rip tides I realized that I had indeed seen an adaptation of this mystery before. Back when Marple was gleefully pillaging all of Christie's back catalog this was adapted with added Marple and Greg Wise. And yes, it's because he wears a swimsuit that I connected the dots. But that's beside the point. The point is, I got see murder and mayhem with simply gorgeous dresses all at Tony Baddingham's house. Yes, Tony Baddingham from Rivals. Neston Park in Wiltshire has been in A LOT of shows lately. Or at least all the shows I've been watching. What makes this so good is the perfection of the casting, Oliver Jackson-Cohen is so so good and being bad. It's nice to see Jack Farthing being pitiable again. Anjana Vasan is the only answer I will accept for their being a season four of Killing Eve. I will watch Matthew Rhys as a hapless detective in anything! But most of all, there's Ella Lily Hyland. She's playing the first wife of Nevile Strange who is plotting to frame her for his crimes as revenge for leaving him. Ella Lily Hyland came to my attention in the highly lauded, but in actuality completely absurd, Black Doves. If while watching that show you wondered if everyone was a spy the answer is yes. Yes they are. But Ella Lily Hyland played Williams someone who changes alliances easily and loves a girl with a rocket launcher. In other words, she and Gabrielle Creevy as Eleanor should have been the stars of the show, not those nobodies, what's their names again? Oh yeah, Keira Knightley and Ben Whishaw. I'm sorry, I just had to make the joke. Anyway, Ella Lily Hyland, an amazing actress, is totally going to be a star, she's the one to watch. As is this adaptation. Damn. Murder and elegance, what's not to love?
If you are looking for an author who is a BIG NAME in crime fiction you couldn't do better than Val McDermid. What's more, unlike other similar authors whose work has been adapted to the small screen she has either phenomenal good luck or is extremely involved in the process or maybe she's just incredibly picky because of the two series and one standalone that have been adapted they are all stellar. Wire in the Blood with Robson Green is a classic up there with Inspector Morse. As for Place of Execution? Stunning. It's one of those mysteries that stays with you forever. Every once in awhile I'll think on it and be amazed all over again. That miniseries also did a lot for changing the trajectory of Greg Wise's career to the deliciously dark. So I had expectations for Karen Pirie. But I also was totally blindsided by it because I got the wrong end of the stick. You see when they said that the show starred a "blonde from Outlander" I thought for some reason it was Nell Hudson who played Laoghaire, the bane of Jamie and Claire, instead it was Lauren Lyle who plays Marsali, Jamie and Claire's beloved daughter-in-law. Not that I'm complaining, because Lauren proved how perfect she was for this role, I'm just also really a fan of Nell Hudson because she was amazing on Victoria, though I'm still mad they killed her off. And in fairness I really didn't know how Lauren Lyle would have the time what with also filming Outlander, but thankfully that didn't seem to be a problem. What this adaptation showed more than anything is how to perfectly update you source material for the present day. In the original novel, The Distant Echo, the cold case that Karen Pirie is investigating happened in 1978 and is being investigated in 2003. Therefore to have that twenty-five year gap now this is heavy on the nineties nostalgia, but more than that it incorporates the citizen detective and true crime podcast culture that has just boomed in recent years. As for Karen herself, she's funny, she bounces around like a Whac-A-Mole. She has a sense of humor and lame style, she knows a good joke, knows she's good at her job, and knows it's a bad time to be a Karen. There's a sense of humor too which anyone who knows Val McDermid will know she possess, I remember she was doing a book signing in the US, sadly nowhere near me, but near my favorite bookstore, Murder by the Book, so I got a copy of her newest book for my mom's birthday, and I asked if she'd inscribe it "To Marian who's glad she doesn't live in Bradfield," Bradfield being where her Wire in the Blood books are set. She dutifully signed that and added "As am I." Which just cracked me up and made the present that much more special. So while there was a part of me who felt that the mtstery was a little pedestrian, it was riviting and fun and I am just so glad there's going to be more because I need more Karen Pirie in my life.
Sometimes there is an adaptation so perfect that you don't know which came first for you, reading the book or watching the adaptation. This is how it is for me with The Moonstone, the two are forever intertwined and my story is a mystery even to myself. On the shelves of our library cum television room we had the complete set of the Franklin Library's Masterpieces of Mystery, The Moonstone being one of the volumes, with it's faux red leather binding and colorfully garish illustration on the cover. As an aside, seeing as The Moonstone laid the groundwork for the entire detective genre if the Franklin Library hadn't included it it would have been a major oversight. Now the mystery becomes did I pick up that volume prior to one Sunday night when I was ensconced in my corner of the couch and watched a few minutes of The Moonstone with my mother or not? I remember sitting there so clearly, the warm light, the copy of The Moonstone on the shelf near my right shoulder. I'm pretty sure I didn't watch more than a few minutes of the movie because I was all about reading the book before watching the adaptation. At that time it was a strict rule in my life. But did I bend the rules? Later events might indicate I did... Maybe I'll claim that I was sleepwalking like Franklin Blake? Eventually I did pick up The Moonstone to read and the entire time I kept thinking, damn, have I read this before? I swear I've read this before... Or had I just watched the movie? This is compounded by the fact that when reading the book the character of the old house steward Gabriel Betteredge came into my mind as the incomparable Peter Vaughn. He was just there, in my head, and I accepted it as fact. Fast forward to me watching or perhaps re-watching the film and Peter Vaughn IS in it as Betteredge. Thinking of this which came first the chicken or the egg mystery just does my head it. But one thing is confirmed no matter what order events happened in, this is the best adaptation of The Moonstone you could hope to find. It's literally my headcanon. 
