Ten Little Indians Reviews

This uninteresting Agatha Christie adaptation falls short of the previous British version and can't hold a candle to Rene Clair's AND THEN THERE WERE NONE (1945). Presumably for budgetary reasons, the film is set in Iran instead of London. The script, which has its group of guests as the helpless victims of a mysterious murderer, is almost entirely lacking in suspense. The cast, headed by Reed, seems to be running in slow motion, boasting only worthy performances from Frobe and Aznavour, the latter of whom manages to get off a tune before being picked off. Again produced by Harry Alan Towers (see TEN LITTLE INDIANS [1966]), who couldn't get it right the first time, but at least left the "whodunit break" out of this one.