

Through no fault of Oliver Ford Davies the character in the book is just so different, in the book there's a warmth to him that just doesn't come across. I think the main problem was the direction itself, it was just so flat, dare I say boring, the changes from the novel didn't seem to benefit, if anything they diminished the plot.

Nothing wrong with the acting, it's solid as opposed to brilliant, Oliver Ford Davies is good value as Doctor Sheppard, and I'm a big fan of Selina Caddell, so I enjoyed her very much. It's a gorgeous looking episode, Ackroyd's home is gorgeously decorated, the enormous wall clock, the rugs, china etc, everything is so opulent, it just oozes sheer class. The novel is an out and out masterpiece, it's a stunning piece of work, they managed to make it so flat, so devoid of the genius it undoubtedly had.

The second book I ever ready from Dame Agatha after And then there were none, was the murder of Roger Ackroyd, I waited for years for the book to be made into TV, and it was, and they made a hash of it.
