Showing posts with label Agatha Christie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Agatha Christie. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 9, 2023

Vital Viewing (Finishing Off Edition)

 


British actor Albert Finney was born on this day in 1936 (he died, unforgivably unbeknownst to me at the time, in 2019.) In 1982 he sat down for a chat with the utterly American talk show host David Letterman: 



Suaveness to spare. Finney, I mean. As for Letterman, he must have known he couldn't compete in that area, and so didn't even bother putting on a tie. Cute, indeed!





The hit 1963 film, based on Henry Fielding's 1749 novel, consumed much of Letterman's and Finney's discussion, but as you'll see in the following clip, the consumption doesn't stop there. Joyce Redman is Albert's/Tom's dinner companion. Watch:




Now, what are we to make of that?!




"Here’s one thing you can try on your own that might do the trick (assuming that you’ve seen a doctor and ruled out anything that requires treatment). There’s a French saying, 
l’appetit vient en mangeant which describes the situation of not being hungry, but then sitting down to eat and finding that your appetite has kicked in. This has probably happened to you so you’re familiar with the effect. Well, it can work with regards to sex as well as food."






 In his introduction, Letterman also mentioned this 1974 movie based on Agatha Christie's 1934 novel. Released a mere 11 years after Tom Jones, Albert Finney himself was a mere 38 years old when he played Christie's famous late-middle-aged Belgian detective, Hercule Poirot. 

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Prothetics. It's got to be prosthetics.

Since it's a murder mystery, we may as well go to the bloody heart of the matter. Here's Finney, along with Martin Balsam, John Gielgud, George Coulouris, and, in repose, Richard Widmark: 



So, whodunnit?



"I couldn't tell you. I haven't seen the movie."