Netflix's latest adaptation of Agatha Christie's 'Seven Dials' feels like a watered-down, sanitized version of the classic whodunit genre. It's an attempt to make something palatable for a global audience that has come to associate period dramas with the likes of Downton Abbey and has forgotten the complexities of true literary crime fiction.
The story follows Lady Eileen 'Bundle' Brent as she navigates a complex web of relationships and deceit in 1920s London. When her friend's body is found dead, Bundle takes it upon herself to investigate, aided by a series of cryptic clues and anonymous notes. However, the plot is predictable and formulaic, relying on convenient coincidences and contrivances to keep the viewer engaged.
One of the most jarring aspects of this adaptation is its tone. The show's attempts at modernizing the period setting come across as heavy-handed and forced, with characters spouting awkwardly phrased dialogue about emotional wellbeing and trauma. It's a strange choice for a genre that has always thrived on wit, sarcasm, and clever wordplay.
The arrival of real detective Supt Battle (played by Martin Freeman) is the only bright spot in an otherwise uninspired production. His presence brings a sense of credibility and authority to the investigation, but even he can't elevate this mess of a plot to something truly compelling.
Ultimately, 'Seven Dials' feels like a missed opportunity to do justice to Agatha Christie's timeless classic. It's a shallow, retro-fitted attempt to appeal to a global audience that has lost touch with the original material. Even fans of period dramas may find themselves checking their watches as they trudge through the three hour-long episodes.
The story follows Lady Eileen 'Bundle' Brent as she navigates a complex web of relationships and deceit in 1920s London. When her friend's body is found dead, Bundle takes it upon herself to investigate, aided by a series of cryptic clues and anonymous notes. However, the plot is predictable and formulaic, relying on convenient coincidences and contrivances to keep the viewer engaged.
One of the most jarring aspects of this adaptation is its tone. The show's attempts at modernizing the period setting come across as heavy-handed and forced, with characters spouting awkwardly phrased dialogue about emotional wellbeing and trauma. It's a strange choice for a genre that has always thrived on wit, sarcasm, and clever wordplay.
The arrival of real detective Supt Battle (played by Martin Freeman) is the only bright spot in an otherwise uninspired production. His presence brings a sense of credibility and authority to the investigation, but even he can't elevate this mess of a plot to something truly compelling.
Ultimately, 'Seven Dials' feels like a missed opportunity to do justice to Agatha Christie's timeless classic. It's a shallow, retro-fitted attempt to appeal to a global audience that has lost touch with the original material. Even fans of period dramas may find themselves checking their watches as they trudge through the three hour-long episodes.