Kenneth Branagh is having something of a career renaissance
these past few years, having cranked out both his nostalgia piece Belfast and
his second entry in the ongoing adventures of Agatha Christie’s Hercule Poirot Death on the Nile back-to-back while also appearing in two Christopher Nolan
projects recently with Tenet and Oppenheimer. Showing no signs of slowing down, the man of
many cinematic talents is back both behind and in front of the camera with
ostensibly the third offering in what promises to be an ongoing series of films
for the Hercule Poirot murder mystery crime sleuth, the quasi-horror infused
Halloween episode A Haunting in Venice.
As with the previous two entries Murder on the Orient Express and
Nile, the film is an ensemble whodunit and a wealth and luxury
travelogue only this time the proceedings are a lot darker with overtones of
the supernatural involved. As close to
Peter Medak’s The Changeling as the world-famous detective has come.
After a seemingly unknown force tries to drown Poirot and one of the key
players ends up dead, in the time-honored tradition of the great Hercule Poirot
he locks everyone in the palazzo. The
cast of characters including doctor Leslie Ferrier (Jamie Dornan from Belfast),
Olga Seminoff (Camille Cottin), Leopold Ferrier (Jude Hill) and Rowena Drake
(Kelly Reilly) find themselves trapped with Poirot as he systematically tries
to piece together the clues before whatever is residing in the palazzo with
them picks everyone else off.
Showing off the locale as before, the film reunites Branagh with his
longtime cinematographer Haris Zambarloukos though this time they’ve moved away
from 2.20:1 65mm film photography to 6K digital for IMAX theatrical projection
at 1.85:1 roughly. The result is a
kindred, similar but altogether different visual approach to this particular
Poirot tale. The most notable addition
to Branagh’s collective of talented artists is Icelandic composer Hildur
Guðnadóttir fresh off of Chernobyl and her Oscar win for Joker,
going for a most moody, subtly ambient and downbeat score that prefers low hum
dread to blasting the soundtrack despite Branagh’s own tendency to do just that
with occasional jump scares.
The cast, as always, is splendid with Michelle Yeoh fresh
off of her Oscar win ushered in as a Chinese medium (or quack depending on the
perspective) who has been summoned to contact opera singer Rowena Drake’s
deceased daughter Alicia. Co-starring
child actor Jude Hill, the lead actor in Belfast as a precocious young
lad devoted to his doctor father Leslie, A Haunting in Venice like the
Hercule Poirot entries before it brings together a large ensemble cast for the
titular detective to gradually work his way through. Branagh’s ability with coaxing great
performances out of his actors speaks volumes to his still masterful abilities
as a director with more than a few scenes of his cast in tears. Still as with the others it is Branagh
himself who has taken center stage by imbuing an otherwise ridiculous
caricature with depth and human weight.
--Andrew Kotwicki