A reasonably entertaining story suffers several setbacks straight from the get-go. Among them, in all the previous Tommy and Tuppence stories I had watched, the two were the epitome of Art Deco cool. Joie de vivre personified. To see them now as a greying, exhausted couple who can barely recall their sleuthing days immediately deflates the episode, knocks the wind out of the viewer and bodes ill for what's to come. Similarly, June Whitfield the comedy legend is unrecognizable. Although normally I'm not a fan of one-trick-pony acts, in this case I was wishing she had reprised her dotty character from AbFab. The list goes on: The scenes where Tuppence and Marple are disguising their true intentions while visiting a village pub just screamed for some wicked humour, comedy-of-error style, which never materialized. Overall, a production where even formidable acting talent chooses to play it safe, thus rendering the outcome quite forgettable.
