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A Haunting in Venice – Movie Review

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a haunting in venice movie review 2023

“A Haunting in Venice” is the best of Kenneth Branagh’s Hercule Poirot movies. It’s also one of his best, period, thanks to the way Branagh and screenwriter Michael Green respectfully adapt the source material (Agatha Christie’s Hallowe’en Party) while at the same time treating it as a chance to make a relentlessly clever and visually dense “old” movie that uses the latest technology. 

Set mainly in a palazzo that seems as immense as Xanadu or Castle Elsinore (it’s a blend of actual Venice locations, sets, London sets, and visual effects), the movie is threaded with intimations of supernatural activity, most of the action occurs during a tremendous thunderstorm, and the violence pushes the PG-13 rating to its breaking point. It’s fun with a dark streak: imagine a ghastly gothic cousin of “Clue,” or of something like Branagh’s own “Dead Again,” which revolved around past lives. At the same time, amid the expected twists and unexpectedly gruesome murders, “A Haunting in Venice” is an empathetic portrayal of the death-haunted mentality of people from Branagh’s parents’ generation who came through World War II with psychic scars, wondering what had been won.  

The original Christie novel was published in 1969 and set in then-present-day Woodleigh Common, England. The adaptation transplants the story, sets it over 20 years earlier, gives it an international cast of characters thick with British expats, and retains a few key elements, including the violent death of a young girl in the recent past and the insinuating presence of an Agatha Christie-like crime novelist named Ariadne Oliver (Tina Fey), who takes credit for creating Poirot’s reputation by making him a character in her writing. Aridane tracks down Poirot in a Venice apartment, where he’s retired from detective work and seemingly in existential crisis (though one he’d never discuss without being asked). He seems resolved to a life of aloneness, which is not the same as loneliness. He tells Ariadne he doesn’t have friends and doesn’t need any, and seems to truly mean it. 

Ariadne’s sales have slumped, so she draws Poirot back into sleuthing by pushing him to attend a Halloween Night seance at the aforementioned home, hoping to produce material that will give her another hit. The medium is a celebrity in her own right: Joyce Reynolds (Michelle Yeoh), a character named after the untrustworthy little girl in the original Christie story who claims to have witnessed a murder. Reynolds plans to communicate with a murder victim, Alicia Drake (Rowan Robinson), the teenage daughter of the palazzo’s owner, former opera singer Rowena Drake (Kelly Reilly), and hopefully find out who did the deed.

There are, of course, many others gathered in the palazzo. All become suspects in Alicia’s murder and subsequent cover-up killings that always ensue in these kinds of stories. After the first bonus killing, Poirot locks himself and the rest of the ensemble in the palazzo and announces that no one can leave until he’s figured things out. The gallery of possibles includes a wartime surgeon named Leslie Ferrier (Jamie Dornan), who suffers from severe PTSD; Ferrier’s precocious son named Leopold (Jude Hill, the young lead in Branagh’s “Belfast”), who is 12 going on 40 and asks unnerving questions; Rowena’s housekeeper Olga Seminoff Maxime Gerard (Kyle Allen), Alicia’s former boyfriend; Mrs. Reynolds’ assistants Desdemona and Nicholas Holland (Emma Laird and Ali Khan), war refugees who are half-siblings.

It would be unsporting to say much about the rest of the plot because nobody goes into a murder mystery wanting to know that sort of stuff ahead of time and because “A Haunting in Venice” is very much its own thing. Reading the book also won’t give anyone a leg up because—even more so than in Branagh’s previous Poirot films—the kinship between source and adaptation is a bit like the later James Bond films, which might take a title, some character names and locations, and one or two ideas, and invent everything else. Green, who also wrote the recent “Death on the Nile” as well as “Blade Runner 2049” and much of the series “American Gods,” is a reliably excellent screenwriter of new material adapted from or inspired by already existing material. His work keeps one eye on commerce and the other on art, reminding nostalgia-motivated viewers in the “intellectual property” era of why they like something. At the same time, Green introduces provocative new elements and attempts a different tone or focus than audiences probably expected. 

What’s most fascinating, from that standpoint, is how this Poirot mystery aligns itself with the popular culture being made in Allied countries after World War II. Classic post-war English-language films like “The Best Years of Our Lives,” “The Third Man,” “The Fallen Idol,” and mid-career Welles films like “Touch of Evil” and “The Trial” (to name just a few classics that Branagh seems keenly aware of) were not just engrossing, beautifully crafted entertainments, but illustrations of a pervasive collective feeling of moral exhaustion and soiled idealism—the result of living through a six-year period that showcased previously unimaginable horrors, including Stalingrad, Normandy, the mechanized extermination of the Holocaust, and the use of atomic bombs against civilians. 

And so the embittered Poirot is a seeming atheist who practically sneers at speaking to the dead. Green and Branagh even give him a monologue about his disillusionment that evokes comments made about Christie near the end of her life, when she was growing bitter about what she perceived as rising crime and violence in society and increasingly cruel tendencies in humanity as a whole, and yoking it to the postwar period instead of the ’60s. The children in the story are orphans of war and post-war occupation (soldiers fathered some of them, then went back home without taking responsibility for their actions). There’s talk of “battle fatigue,” which is what PTSD was called during World War II; in the previous world war, they called it “shell shock.” The plot hinges on the economic desperation of native citizens, previously moneyed expatriates who are too emotionally and often financially shattered to recapture the way of life they had before the war, and the mostly Eastern European refugees who didn’t have much to start with and do the country’s grunt work. The overriding sense is that at least some of these characters would literally kill to get back to being whatever they were before.

Branagh was compared to Orson Welles early in his career for obvious reasons. He was a wunderkind talent who became internationally famous in his twenties and often starred in projects he originated and oversaw. He had one foot in theater and the other in film. He loved the classics (Shakespeare especially) and popular film genres (including musicals and horror). He had an impresario’s sense of showmanship and the ego to go with it. 

He’s never been more brazenly Wellesian than he is here. This film has a “big” feeling, as Welles’ films always did, even when they were made for pocket change. But it’s not full of itself, wasteful or pokey; it’s compact and focused, gets in and out of every scene as fast as possible, and clocks in at 107 minutes, including credits. Film history aficionados may appreciate the many acknowledgments of the master’s filmography, including ominous views of Venice that reference Welles’ “Othello” and a screeching cockatoo straight out of “Citizen Kane.” At times, it feels as if Branagh conducted a seance and channeled Welles’ spirit, as well as that of other directors who worked in a black-and-white, expressionistic, Gothic-flavored, very Wellsian style (including “The Third Man” director Carol Reed and “The Manchurian Candidate” and “Seven Days in May” director John Frankenheimer).

Branagh and cinematographer Haris Zambarloukos have also mentioned Richard Brooks’s 1967 adaptation of “In Cold Blood” and Masaki Kobayashi’s “Kwaidan” as influences. Movies just don’t look like this anymore, and it’s a shame, because when they do, the too-muchness can be more engaging than a style that subordinates visuals to plot. The movie deploys fish-eye lenses, dutch tilts, hilariously ominous close-ups of significant objects (including a creepy cuckoo clock), extreme low- and high-angles, and deep-focus compositions that arrange the actors from foreground to deep background, with architecture, bits of furniture, and sometimes actors’ bodies looming in the foreground. Branagh and editor Lucy Donaldson time the cuts so that the more ostentatious shots (such as images of Branagh and Fey as seen through the metal screen of a fireplace, roaring flames in the foreground) are on-screen just long enough for the viewer to register what they see and laugh at how far the movie is willing to go for the effect. 

Intriguingly, like post-millennial Michael Mann and Steven Soderbergh movies, “A Haunting in Venice” was shot digitally (albeit in IMAX resolution), and the low-light interior scenes make no attempt to simulate the look of film stock. The images have an unreal hyper-clarity but also a shimmering, otherworldly aspect, especially in tight close-ups where the actors’ eyes seem to have been lit from within. 

Available in theaters on September 15th. 

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A Haunting in Venice (2023)

Rated PG-13
for some strong violence, disturbing images and thematic elements.

104 minutes

Cast

Kenneth Branaghas Hercule Poirot

Kyle Allenas Maxime Gerard

Camille Cottinas Olga Seminoff

Jamie Dornanas Dr Leslie Ferrier

Tina Feyas Ariadne Oliver

Jude Hillas Leopold Ferrier

Ali Khanas Nicholas Holland

Emma Lairdas Desdemona Holland

Kelly Reillyas Rowena Drake

Michelle Yeohas Joyce Reynolds

Dylan Corbett-Baderas Baker

Amir El-Masryas Alessandro Longo

Fernando Pilonias Vincenzo Di Stefano

Director

  • Kenneth Branagh

Writer (based upon the novel “Hallowe’en Party” by)

  • Agatha Christie

Writer

  • Michael Green

Cinematographer

  • Haris Zambarloukos

Editor

  • Lucy Donaldson

Composer

  • Hildur Guðnadóttir

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