A central Christmas present for us, from Monique and John,
was a Blu-Ray DVD which gave us access to streaming—from Netflix and others. A byproduct
has been exposure to the turmoil in streaming. What up to now we’d barely have
noticed is now Big News, thus, for instance the following web headline: Netflix is Yanking These
Movies and Shows on
February 1. Evidently a source’s list of titles is not a permanent but a
dynamic sort of thing. Our access to Netflix in this new format gave us the
means to see, again, the original Miss Marple series, 1984-1992, in which Joan
Hickson is the lead character. That version, you might say matters. It is by every measure the very best. (Joan Hickson,
incidentally, quite resembles my Mother in her
advanced years).
This series was then followed by Agatha Christie’s Marple
where first Geraldine McEwan (2004-2009) and the Julia McKenzie (2009-2013) have
the leading role. This second presentation illustrates how current culture, let
us call it, can bend, twist, and deform a traditional body of work, that body
being the 12 novels Agatha Christie actually wrote with Marple its main
character. This series has 23 episodes in 11 of which
Marple is, as it were, forced into other Christie plots by the latter-day dramatizers.
Not only that. The plots of virtually every episode are updated by introducing
new story lines, sometimes changing the “who done it,” and peppering up the
characters so that, as carriers of the new political correctness, they will
presumably appeal to more sophisticated modern viewers.
If we view these as three series, the Miss Marple figure is
played by ever younger people. Hickson was 78 when she began Miss Marple in
1984, McEwan 72 when she began playing Marple in 2004, and McKenzie 68 when she
took up the role in 2009.
There is here also a seemingly deliberate effort to “lighten”
the mood of the series, loosening the manners, and making characters young—with
the net effect that some do not fit the times that Christie was actually
writing about.
If we wait long enough, Miss Marple will eventually morph
into an actual (if probably digital) cartoon—in which she’ll be a teenage
sleuth brandishing the most recent devices and apps to bring the crimi to
justice.
The version matters. Check your birth certificate before
ordering the stream—or the disk—if there is still a disk to be had. The older
you are the more likely you’ll be to like he original series. Which, incidentally,
will stop streaming from Netflix on February 1. Shame, shame, and double shame.
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