Directed by: John Guillermin
Starring: Peter Ustinov, David Niven, Jane Birkin, Mia Farrow, Bette Davis, Simon MacCorkindale, Maggie Smith, George Kennedy, Lois Chiles, Jack Warden, Olivia Hussey, Angela Lansbury
Death on the Nile, based on the Agatha Christie novel, is the first featuring Peter Ustinov as the Belgian sleuth Hercule Poirot. People mistakenly assume he's French, and he's quick to correct them. Nothing escapes him, although the murderers try their best to fool him. He won't be swayed or distracted. Once he's on the case, the killers ought to just confess and save everyone time. But what fun would that be? One of the most fun aspects of Death on the Nile, or any Agatha Christie film adaptation, is the detective gathering the suspects all in the same room and toying with each person's guilt or innocence. Everyone is a suspect because everyone has a reason to want to kill the victim. It's their poor fortune to be on the same boat as Hercule Poirot. Just ask the folks on the Orient Express.
I'll tread lightly. The victim is Linett Doyle (Chiles), an heiress married to Simon Doyle (MacCorkindale), who dumped his lover Jacqueline (Farrow) prior and now she's obsessively stalking the couple. Linett is found shot to death with a "J" written in blood on the wall next to her. This was moments after Simon was accidentally shot in the leg by Jacqueline in a jealous rage in the dining room. Simon was incapacitated and Jacqueline was escorted back to her room with witnesses present, so they're not involved. Or are they? Each suspect has motive and the movie speculates who could've done what and how.
I won't go through the list of suspects except to say they are played by some of the legends of show business from a bygone era. They exhibit class, style, and relish the material. At least the actors do, even if the characters don't. In the middle of it all is Ustinov's unflappability which keeps everything centered.