Murder on the Orient Express (2017)

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Whenever I was riding a regional train, like in Japan, in Australia, and in Switzerland, I always thought that maybe the experience was similar to riding the Orient Express... going through different cities and rural areas before finally disembarking at the closest station to my destination.

But while watching Kenneth Branagh's Murder on the Orient Express, I was proven wrong very fast.

Train ride from Genève to Lausanne-Ouchy

The movie opens with a mystery in Jerusalem that was quickly solved by Hercule Poirot, Agatha Christie's famous detective. He claimed that he was sensitive to imbalance (like the differences in sizes of chicken eggs), which aided him in finding the criminals in his cases.

Anyway...

Poirot then caught the Orient Express at the last minute because he had another case in London. A murder occurred in the train (hence the title) and he proceeded to question the passengers, piecing together what happened. The life of this detective: always full of mysteries.

However, what I'd like to point out is the train ride itself. And it's nothing like the train rides I've taken so far... these are trains where a seat is a rare find during rush hour. Well, probably the train I rode to Lausanne-Ouchy was the closest (that's definitely the most luxurious train ride I've ever experienced) but it didn't reach the level of luxury offered by the Orient Express: a dining car, bunkbeds to sleep in, passengers who looked like the came out of fashion magazines. 

Of course, I have never been on a train ride that crossed countries or whose length went beyond four hours... perhaps, if I caught one of those (and paid for first class accommodations), I'd experience the luxurious comforts of the Orient Express too.

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