Very disappointed :(

This is How Movies Should Be Made

Beautiful, moving film.

The movie's neither hopeful in contrived ways, nor hopeless in different contrived ways. Somehow it manages to be wonderful

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

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' seemingly estranged husband arrive for her birthday party with plans to send her to a retirement home in Florida and 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 looking it has caught up with her.The play only opens up when Olivier flies in from France as he is collected at the airport but 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 Neill looked a little cross eyed.