|Anthony Andrews and Deborah Raffin in Sparkling Cyanide (1983)|
What is up with this man? Every time I turn around right now, Anthony Andrews is popping up in some mystery or other. First Columbo then Miss Marple then Rosemary and Thyme and now he's starring in a stand-alone Agatha Christie known as Sparkling Cyanide. I suspect that the screenwriters probably butchered Ms. Christie's original story, but like my fondness for By the Pricking of My Thumbs, it doesn't entirely matter.
The story itself is about a woman named Rosemary who keels over dead at dinner out with her friends, one of which is a handsome, debonair Englishman played by Anthony Andrews. Her sister, Iris, is completely devastated, particularly when it seems that Rosemary might have killed herself due to being involved in a very murky extra-marital affair with Iris' best friend's husband. Nothing is quite as it seems, nothing that is except for the delightful fascination that AA's character Tony has for the adorable Iris.
I LOVE movies and tv shows from the 1980s. Don't ask me why. I mean, I know there's the hokey hair, and the sweater-fetish and dudes sharing earrings with their girlfriends or, worse yet, wearing a safety pin through their ear! There is no logical reason behind my love for this era. So, yes, I realize that Sparkling Cyanide is not supposed to be set in the 1980s, and probably not even set in America, but I don't care because the film combines three things I love into one glorious place: Anthony Andrews, Agatha Christie, and the 1980s.
If you do not like the 1980s, you will not like this adaptation of Sparkling Cyanide. It's gotten a lot of guff from Agatha Christie fans who hate the era, although how something from the 80s can look dated, but nothing from the 1920s is dated is absolutely beyond me. I mean, everything is dated to the era in which it was either set or filmed so Sparkling Cyanide is no exception.
I could wax melodramatic about the glorious nature of this movie, but to be perfectly honest, it's fairly mediocre. If not for Anthony Andrews and the era, it probably would be quite forgettable. I just loved seeing Anthony in jeans and a sweater as he holds hands with the sweet girl who has completely captured his heart. It's delightful, and I'm not all that picky about these types of films. I'll watch B grade movies if an actor I adore stars in it.
And to show you how serious I am, I actually tracked down a fairly rare DVD copy for my personal collection. Now I can watch it whenever I want without having to guiltily stream it online!