Joan Hickson
MISS MARPLE
“It is dangerous to believe people. I haven’t for years …” There she sits: A white-haired lady dressed in tweeds, a pair of knitting needles in her lap, more interested in village gossip than in the goings-on of the world at large – and out of nothing, she utters sentences like that. For more likely […]
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MISS MARPLE: NEMESIS
Of Murder, Justice, Love and the Darkness of the Human Soul “Thousands of years ago, she had a measuring rod, a sword, and a whip – it’s called a scourge,” explains self-made millionaire Jason Rafiel (Frank Gatliff) to his nurse … and “she rode about in a chariot driven by griffins.” He is talking about […]
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MISS MARPLE: A MURDER IS ANNOUNCED
Delilah the Cat Unmasks a Murderer “Just a silly joke” it was supposed to be, waitress Myrna (Liz Crowther) tells Inspector Craddock (John Castle) about her Swiss beau’s, hotel receptionist Rudi Scherz’s hold-up at elderly Miss Blacklock (Ursula Howells)’s home Little Paddocks. And it had begun just as planned: After Rudi’s startling anonymous advertisement in […]
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MISS MARPLE: THE BODY IN THE LIBRARY
“There she sits: an elderly spinster; sweet, placid … … so you’d think,” retired Scotland Yard chief Sir Henry Clithering (Raymond Francis) says when describing Miss Marple to his friend, wealthy paraplegic Conway Jefferson (Andrew Cruickshank). “Yet,” he continues, “her mind has plumbed the depths of human iniquity, and taken all in a day’s work.” […]
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MISS MARPLE: A POCKETFUL OF RYE
Sing a Song of Sixpence … Seemingly innocuous, English nursery rhymes often have a rather sinister origin; and noone knew this better than Agatha Christie, who repeatedly used them as a motif; most famously probably in 1939’s And Then There Were None (a/k/a Ten Little Indians), where the murderer kills his victims, one by one, […]
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MISS MARPLE: THE MURDER AT THE VICARAGE
“[They] knew I was a noticing sort of person.” There she sits: a white-haired lady dressed in tweeds, a pair of knitting needles in her lap, more interested in village gossip than in the goings-on of the world at large – but she certainly doesn’t mince words (“Oh yes. Colonel Protheroe has always struck me […]
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MISS MARPLE: 4:50 FROM PADDINGTON
“I can see how irritating this must be for you, Inspector… … so I’ll ignore what you just said. After all, we may both be involved in this business at a later date. When one of us is clever enough to find the body.” There she sits: A white-haired elderly spinster, dressed in tweeds and […]
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