For a classic story that involves mystery, witchcraft, and serial murder, and is portrayed with some A-list TV acting talent, the outcome is regrettably flat. It likes to tell, rather than show, and relies on flasbacks and back stories to a tiring effect. Miss Marple, who should be embodying the tension and conundrums of the unfolding investigation and stringing the story together, is mostly standing around and blabbering, and even that she does much too diffidently. I turned it off about 15 minutes before the end; I just didn't care anymore and couldn't take yet another round of convoluted explanations.
Review of The Pale Horse
