Bad. Bad. Bad. Kenneth B has normally been a terrific actor and director but I realize that he has to make a living like everyone else. He looks really good in that confection of a moustache. But oh lord, almost everything about this over-the-top embarrassment (besides the star casting) is pathetic, pitiful. For one thing, why oh why must the French accents be so bad? Because most Brits can't let go of their native diphthongs? Why are the Blues being played and sung in this film so anachronistic and phony/forced. Oh well, part & parcel I guess with the rest of the dumbing down going on all about us. Sigh....
Review of Death on the Nile
