There are two things in the world I can’t abide: it’s heat and heathens.
Last night, Rob and I watched the 1978 Agatha Christie film “Death on the Nile,” which is a camp masterpiece. Okay, maybe not a masterpiece, but it’s pretty hilarious in that British costume drama way. Angela Lansbury as a drunk romance novelist! Mia Farrow as loon! David Niven as Peter Ustinov’s sidekick! And Maggie Smith as Bette Davis’s dykey maid, who responds to her boss’ suggestion that they take a trip down the Nile with: “There is nothing I would dislike more. There are two things in the world I can’t abide: it’s heat and heathens.” And that’s why I have a new tagline. Hee.
The new tagline is pretty funny, but I hope as an anthropologists you don’t really hate heathens! Heat, yes.
I’m being ironic. I love the heathens. Considering I am a heathen. –Ed.
I think that DEATH ON THE NILE is a little better than you seem to think it is. I wish I could say that it’s no MURDER ON THE ORIENT EXPRESS . . . but there are times when I find the latter to be a little too over-the-top and dramatic for its own good. And Peter Ustinov as Poirot beats Albert Finney any old day.