horses, pale or otherwise, running amok

I watched an Amazon Prime miniseries adaptation of Agatha Christie's The Pale Horse. I remember only a few small details from the novel, so that meant not remembering who the dastardly deed-doer actually was. I did remember the how of the murders, but that was about it. Also, this adaptation took several liberties with the basic storyline.

Plusses: the aesthetics were fantastic. They set the story in the early 60s when it was written and published. The clothes, the makeup and hairstyles, the cars and home decor--all of it was great. The eerie ambiance of the story had an effective impact, with its supernatural overtones.

The acting: I like looking at Rufus Sewell's face while he swans about in a desperate funk because his first wife has died. (This gets established in the opening scene, so I'm not really spoiling anything.) I enjoyed the angst of the next woman in his life, and the too-wealthy family and their fraught friendships.

All of these plusses, and yet: they didn't stick the landing. ( Only slightly more spoilery than everything else I've said. )

I will say this as well: Christie's books sometimes had stark or grim overtones but she usually balanced that with humor and warmth in the personal relationships, or in the detectives on the case. This story was one of her Ariadne Oliver mysteries, but the adaptation has no equivalent character. The personal relationships are altered enough from the book--sacrificed for the moodiness of the story--that it ends up leeching most of the light from the tale.