Almost as bad as the 1965 version.
Nothing is as bad as the 1965 version, though.
This novel is the masterpiece of Agatha Christie, and is nothing like any of her other works. I've often wondered if she really wrote it, since she never came close to this sort of free and easy communication in any other story.
It's the first fiction book I ever read on my own, and it was totally mesmerizing, even for those of us with attention deficit problems.
I could stomach the stage version. It was what it was, and the early movies weren't so bad.
It got worse and worse, with the very worst one in 1965.
Then the Russians came up with the perfect one, almost word for word in DESYAT NEGRITYAT. That one is spell binding, and as true to the book as one can probably get on film.
This one borrows a bit from the Russian version, but not enough, and all it takes from Agatha Christie's masterpiece is her racist attitude that Adolph Hitler and his Nazis had to get some inspiration from.
The only thing that worked was showing how the authority figures were so corrupt. However, the overkill on this was too expository. But it was the only thing that remotely worked.
The novel, and DESYAT NEGRITYAT, make it clear that the killer is a maniac, and that he plays God. The book shows the inner thoughts of the people on the island, all accused of murder that they got away with.
DESYAT shows more that the killer of killers is a maniac who plays God, and if he continued, would eventually condemn people who simply backed cars out of parking spaces that caused a pedestrian doctor to stop and miss a plane flight to an operation to save a life. It would have gone that far.
The book hints that it could go that far. We see the inner thoughts of the people showing there was some feeling of guilt, though even that was questionable and "second guessing" at times.
In this 2015 version, there is no "grey area". The people are notorious and as self righteous as their assassin. For example, instead of leaving 21 or so Africans to starve while taking provisions for himself and his friends, simply to survive, Lombard is now a perfect killing machine, totally Hollywood, who simply murders the Africans for money.
Lombard and Vera are really just Greek demi god heroes. Lombard is totally Odysseus, and Vera is Penelope. They are totally perfect killing machines, incapable of even sneezing, coughing, or taking one bad step.
That, of course, makes it easy to judge them for their evil, and we get the same judgment for Blore, who also changes from the book's character of a guy who frames an innocent man to get a promotion into a psycho who beats the man to death.
The first two fatality characters aren't changed too much, not enough to be bothered. The next two somewhat, but from there on, it's a totally "Hollywood safe" one dimensional story that doesn't come close to resembling the book.
The overkill here makes one think that the director, or someone who had a large input into this piece, had some serious issues, and wanted to make a personal statement against some one or some ones.
The acting was good. A waste of good acting, though. Hard to see the actors being satisfied with this piece as a whole.
This was bad. 2/10
Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time!