This version of Agatha Christie's novel Ten Little Indians is rather a disappointment. It is updated from the forties to the sixties, complete with the leather mini skirts and bitchy movie stars. Ten people are invited to a remote mountain top castle for the weekend, when they are confronted with an eerie tape recording of their "host" accusing them of murders committed in their pasts... Then they begin to die. This adaptation has the characters dying in very different and violent ways, until there are two "guests" left.
The acting is rather dated and the whole production cries "B movie thriller", it changes many character names and ALL of the personalities, and the intense mood of the whole book has been made into a sort of comedy. This movie may not be the worst movie in the world, but it may be the worst Christie film made.
The acting is rather dated and the whole production cries "B movie thriller", it changes many character names and ALL of the personalities, and the intense mood of the whole book has been made into a sort of comedy. This movie may not be the worst movie in the world, but it may be the worst Christie film made.