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(1984 TV Movie)

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6/10
A murder she wrote
Prismark1017 January 2014
After all his years of acting this was Laurence Olivier's drama debut for the BBC.

He had done many acting roles for ITV and US television but it seems he somehow proved to be elusive for Auntie Beeb!

Canadian director Alvin Rakoff has previously worked with Olivier before but the star of this adaptation of this stage play whodunnit is Angela Lansbury who plays a famous crime author. A few months before she landed the lead role in Murder She Wrote.

The film is effectively a stage play set in a New York mansion where wheelchair bound crime novelist is devising plots, drinking too much, watching late night bad TV and getting doddery in old age.

Olivier is her personal physician and maybe her one time lover. There is her vulnerable granddaughter (Pamela) who lives with her and there is an Indian housekeeper/driver/electronic expert/ex-con Rashi.

Things take a turn when Lansbury's son, daughter in law and Pamela's seemingly estranged husband arrive for her birthday party with plans to send Lansbury to a retirement home in Florida.

They then want to carve her estate between them which includes priceless Monet's and Picasso's. Of course during the course of events there are twists and turns, chicanery and murder with Lansbury herself looking vulnerable as old age seems to have caught up with her.

The play only opens up when Olivier flies in from France as he is collected at the airport. Apart from that it is very much staged interiors with the then slightly heavily lit BBC lighting.

Maybe this was a good thing as Olivier was the finest stage actor of his generation and you can see the subtle tics he uses in his nuanced performance. It is not Hamlet but even in his 70s, suffering from ill health he still lights up the screen.

The tour de force is actually Lansbury with a strident New York accent with tales of a promiscuous past with artists and bohemians. A journey that has taken her to become a skilled and successful writer but who now has to deal with a grasping family and a not too trustworthy housekeeper. But is she more wily than she lets on?

There are plenty of suspects and potential red herrings as to the murder. The various offspring's play their parts well although Hildegard Neil looked a little cross eyed though.
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7/10
Wait Angela Lansbury, a writer, a murder.......
Sleepin_Dragon11 June 2017
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Ann Royce McClain is a wealthy, successful author, always devising intelligent ways to commit murder. She lives at her luxury home with Rashni, ex con turned housekeeper and her troubled granddaughter Pamela. Ann drinks too much, and smokes to much, frequently causing small fires. On her birthday friends and family are invited for a party, including old flame Dr Anthony Wainwright, her son Lawrence and his wife Sheila, as well as Mark, Pamela's distant and forgotten husband. Ann learns that the disposable Sheila plans to put her in a home to get her money, and a tape is made capturing that conversation. Soon after Sheila dies, in a particularly ingenious way, a method used in her recent novel and displayed to Rashni.

I've wanted to see this for ages, a little dated now I grant you, but an interesting story, with a good plot and a well drawn set of characters. Lansbury is as glorious as ever, as is the great Olivier, what a combination. Feels a little like a futuristic Murder she wrote, but mystery fans will enjoy it. Lansbury plays Ann with a sassy flair, who in turn makes the whole set up interesting, reminiscences from the past are a joy. Not a high point for Olivier but his quality is apparent.

Enjoyable 7/10
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6/10
'Sunset Boulevard' meets 'Murder She Wrote'
Goingbegging18 May 2020
Ageing grande-dame rattling around in a great mansion full of memories. And, coincidentally it seems, writing best-selling murder mysteries in the style of Jessica Fletcher, whose immortal detective series was just about to launch on its record-breaking run. Give or take a non-stop diet of brandy and cigarettes, Angela Lansbury could be giving us a preview of Jessica in one of her (regrettably few) 80-minute episodes, which allowed the scriptwriters so much more leeway than the standard 40-minute versions.

As with MSW, the other players are remarkably unremarkable, looking as though they're on loan from summer stock, except Laurence Olivier, on his last legs, but still showing signs of his once-tremendous calibre. He's playing an ex-lover of the Jessica character (Ann), arriving for her birthday-party, also attended by her daughter and son-in-law, who are taking a rather unsavoury interest in the contents of her will.

Ann enjoys pointing out the original Picassos and Matisses on the wall, claiming that these were portraits of herself ("I think Pablo got me spot-on, don't you?"), and firing-off instructions to her longsuffering Indian servant, who keeps delivering pearls of wisdom from the sub-continent, "In Ranjapur, we have a saying...", but is also a convicted burglar, whom Ann is hiding from the law. Madly bohemian, as they say.

We can't reveal much more, except that the plot of Ann's latest book manages to get intermingled with the current real-life events. Equipped with a lot of hi-tech surveillance gear, she succeeds in organising an ingenious little bugging operation with the neatest device I can remember. And a smoke-alarm, triggered by a fag-end in a waste-paper basket, is a running joke that becomes only a little repetitive.
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6/10
Who Thought Of Casting Miss Lansbury As A Mystery Writer?
boblipton28 April 2024
Angela Lansbury is the author of more than sixty best-selling mysteries and a lurid past in Paris that includes affairs with Matisse, Picasso, and Doctor Laurence Olivier. Now she's confined to a wheelchair, has a wonky memory, drinks heavily, and is addicted to the Late Late Show. That doesn't stop her grandchildren and their souses from showing up to wish her a happy birthday and discuss how they're going to have her declared insane, ship her to a nursing home, and split up the estate now. But thanks to her ex-con manservant, Tariq Yunis, she has an electronic set-up to deal with the fires she keeps setting from dropping matches in the wastebasket, and for killing people in the garage. So when grand-daughter-in-law Hildegarde Neill is killed that way -- which is also how the murder in her next book is set to go -- there are a lot of suspects.

It's from a stage show co-written by Jerome Chodorov and Norman Panama, and starring Claudette Colbert and Jean-Pierre Aumont. As directed by Alvin Rakoff for television, it's opened up nicely, mainly by editing and moving cameras. I didn't care for how the murder is solved, but it's certainly a pleasure to see Olivier and Miss Lansbury act together.
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1/10
Sadly the talent is D.O.A.
mark.waltz12 June 2023
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The sole teaming of Angela Lansbury and Laurence Olivier is a giant fiasco, nothing like Angela's fun TV mystery show that was just about to start, but much like the type of hammy over-the-top braying that Olivier had been doing for a decade. She's a wheelchair bound mystery writer (not a shade, but an eclipse of what was to come) who drives her Indian servant Tariq Yunus nuts, setting the trashcan on fire with her smoking and sending him out on idiotic errands while he's preparing dinner. Auntie Maimed is instantly an extreme annoying woman, continuously chattering about nothing and an absolute bore, so when it's her daughter-in-law (Hildegard Neil) who gets murdered, not her, there in that lies the surprise.

As her old lover who shows up to cater to her latest whim when Yunus decides he's tuning her out, Olivier isn't as much an annoying character but an out of touch ham, and bellows every line as if he was shouting to the top of the Old Vic. Charles Keating adds a touch of class as Lansbury's unfortunate son, having just started his recurring long run as a dashing criminal on "Another World", underplaying in light of the older star's overplaying. The actors playing the younger characters are barely noticeable, just bland. This is the first time I've ever watched Lansbury in something where she was unbearable, and I blame that on the writing and direction which had her nearly close to Bette Davis's monster mama in "The Anniversary", sans eye patch.
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2/10
Yuck!
mrdonleone12 October 2019
A talent for murder feels as if someone has been too much of a fan of sleuth,that other great detective movie with Olivier, only much better. Right before the commencement of murder she wrote it appears to have been then the great catalyst to one of the best who done it-police soaps ever and in this we can only be grateful like huge on our knees you know; but it seems to be like a practical impossibility to furthermore appreciate this giant movie turd in human history.
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