DIANNE BUTLER OUT OF THE BOX
JONATHAN Cake’s in this Marple tonight. He’s an actor. His last name’s Cake. I just looked up the White Pages (residential) to see if there were Cakes in Australia and there are hardly any. Lucky Cakes, having such a fantastic name.
The other name I was interested in, but maybe not quite as much, was Holly Valance. She’s also in this. Lovely Holly from Neighbours. Plays a girl named Kanga. Yes. Kanga. Not entirely sure why but I wonder, and this is only a stab in the dark, if it might be because she’s from Australia.
She is, in fact, praised — at least I think all Australians who watch this episode should take it as praise — by the (shady/creepy) owner of The Pale Horse Inn at Much Deeping for her plain and forthright antipodean voice.
Her hair looks
like the Queen’s and she never gets down to anything less than a cardigan and a wool skirt, so it’s possible you might get through the show without realising it’s actually Holly.
She’s pretty good though, holds her own against the rest of the bewildered gathering. Kanga is one of a collection of guests who . . . oh why bother. You know the drill here. Group of people, one or more of them dies, gee that seemed
Roo the day: Holly Valance sudden, the police are held up to ridicule by Miss Marple, the end.
I can’t say I’m loving Julia McKenzie as the old biddy. I’d prefer it if she poured on the addled a bit more, so that when she reveals her crimesolving genius to the local plod, it’s more dramatic.
She’s just as sharp as anyone else, and that’s not right. But she is initially dismissed here by the police, and we all get to think to ourselves, dopey coppers, at your peril.
But if they insist on keeping Agatha Christie going, I wish they’d pay Quentin Tarantino to do one.
For all the death that takes place, they’re very bloodless. Seems wrong. Agatha Christie’s Miss Marple: The Pale Horse ABC1, 8.30pm