Nice and spectacular film, although I think the 1974 version presents the story and the detective itself more realistically. Baromi's well-matched Poirot mustache and style. Characters. What got me wrong: the anti-racist scene I brought in. On the one hand, it has nothing to do with the story, and on the other hand, why does this cliché shit have to be repeated in every American film? Irritating. Blacks are constantly regretted. I wouldn’t even realize I wouldn’t even care if the actor was black if they didn’t keep my attention on him all the time. "Haho, my skin is different, don't hate me anymore!" Seriously, it’s all like hypnosis, some kind of conditioning. I’m starting to get annoyed when I see a black actor because he knows they’re starting to scold whites, and for all the sins of the world, whites are to blame. Yeah. In fact, I think you should also end up talking about colors. Morgan Freeman said I think so. "Stop talking about it."