Authors: David Suchet,Geoffrey Wansell
Tags: #Biography & Autobiography, #Entertainment & Performing Arts
member of her cast with individual qualities,
including a motive for murder. That is why,
so often, it seems as though every single
character in her story could have committed
the crime.
For my part, I certainly find that it helps
me to work from the denouement backwards
when I first read a new Poirot script. To look
at it that way round establishes each
individual character in my mind, and allows
me to check, as we go along, that all the
relevant facts that are necessary for the
conclusion really do appear in the story
itself. It is one reason why the denouements
in the films have grown slightly longer.
These are Poirot’s moment of theatre, the
culmination of all that has gone before, and
the time when he commands the story and
its characters completely. It is there that he
resolves the puzzle that is the crime itself.
Since the arrival of Michele Buck and
Damien Timmer, we had started filming with
two cameras running simultaneously. That
meant that I could deliver my explanation at
the end of the film in one long speech –
sometimes taking twenty minutes to do so –
without
ever
stopping
filming.
The
denouement was my opportunity to bring my
own theatre experience to the film, because
I did not need to take a break.
Not that I find learning the denouements
easy. In fact, it has grown steadily harder as
the years have passed, but there is no other
way that I can do it except by learning it all
in detail. I rely on my discipline as a stage
actor – which is what I am, above and
beyond even Poirot. I learn the lines myself,
but there are also two people who have
heard every single line of my Poirot – my
driver Sean and Sheila. Just as I had for the
very first series, I still practised my lines with
Sean in the car on the way to the set, and
Sheila and I always worked together on
learning the script, and especially the
denouements. She would play all the other
characters for me, as I rehearsed my lines
with her.
It was hard work, and sometimes we
found ourselves getting up at four or five in
the morning, learning lines for an hour until
the car came to take me to the set. When I’d
come back, at eight that evening, I would
have a bowl of soup and then we would
spend another hour and a half or so going
over my lines again, before going to bed at
ten, so that we could get up at four or five
the next morning to start the process all over
again.
Interestingly, in After the Funeral, which
was directed by a newcomer to the series,
Maurice Phillips, and shot in the summer of
2005, partly at Shepperton Studios and
partly at Rotherfield Park in Hampshire,
there were even some backstage moments
in a theatre, which I thought made the story
even better, because they played to Poirot’s
sense of the theatrical and brought into
focus everything I was trying to do as an
actor in the denouement.
There were also a series of other delights
for me in the film. Sean, my driver, got his
first ever appearance on the screen, playing
the part of Poirot’s driver in an echo of what
we did every single morning, though he was
not hearing my lines and he did not make
any comment whatever – in real life he
certainly does! Plus, Geraldine James was
terrific to work with – again – and the cast
were incredibly supportive, with Anthony
Valentine
giving
a
superb
cameo
performance as an Italian.
I enjoyed After the Funeral, but it was not
as significant to me as the third film in the
new
series, Cards on the Table , which
brought one of the biggest and most
important changes to my life as Poirot on
film: the arrival of the idiosyncratic crime
writer Mrs Ariadne Oliver, played by the
wonderful Zoë Wanamaker.
When Dame Agatha first started Cards on
the Table , which was published in 1936, she
had an idea for a story that would assemble
four murderers and four detectives together
in a single flat for two games of bridge – one
for the murderers, and the other for the
detectives. The ninth person in the flat, the
host, who does not play bridge with either
group, is sitting in a chair in the room in
which the four murderers are playing, and
becomes the murder victim. The question
Dame Agatha posed was simple – which of
the murderers committed the crime, and
which of the sleuths would solve it?
Worried that her readers might not like
such a straightforward plot – with just four
apparent suspects – Dame Agatha explained
in the foreword to her novel, ‘The deduction
must, therefore, be entirely psychological,
but it is none the less interesting for that,
because when all is said and done it is the
mind of the murderer that is of supreme
interest.’ As so often in her stories, it is the
psychology of the characters that drives the
solution.
One of the four detectives is Mrs Ariadne
Oliver, a crime writer who has created a
Finnish detective called Sven Hjerson, and is,
quite obviously, a fictional self-portrait of
Dame Agatha herself. For me, she is one of
Dame Agatha’s most endearing characters, a
view shared by her second husband, Max
Mallowan, as he confirms in his memoirs.
Significantly, after twenty years of writing
Poirot stories by this time, she gives Mrs
Oliver a telling series of explanations about
why she has become bored with her Finnish
fictional detective. ‘I only regret one thing,’
Ariadne admits to Superintendant Battle,
another of the detectives (who is actually
called Wheeler in our film, though I don’t
know why), ‘making my detective a Finn. I
really don’t know anything about Finns and
I’m always getting letters from Finland
pointing out something impossible that he’s
said and done.’ There is very little doubt that
Dame Agatha was expressing her own
growing feelings of dissatisfaction with
Poirot.
Dame Agatha must have liked her fictional
alter ego, however, for Ariadne Oliver was to
turn up regularly in Poirot stories from then
on, and, in particular, in the ones that our
production team wanted to film in the future.
As a result, they were looking for one actress
who would play her from now on, and
suggested to me that they would like to cast
Zoë Wanamaker in the part. I was thrilled by
the idea, because Zoë and I had first joined
forces on the stage in 1978, in the RSC’s
season, and later appeared together in the
Company’s iconic production of Once in a
Lifetime, Moss Hart and George S. Kaufman’s
1930 satirical comedy about the effect of
talking pictures on Hollywood. (Ironically,
shortly after we finished this series of Poirot,
I was to reprise my role of the studio boss
for a new production at the National Theatre
in London.)
The Hart and Kaufman comedy was one of
my happiest memories in the first years of
my stage career, and Zoë and I had become
very close. Of all the actresses I know, she is
the one that feels most like a sister to me.
We seem to act together instinctively, and I
was delighted when she accepted a contract
to play Mrs Oliver in all the remaining Poirot
films. I knew it would be a great reunion,
and that the sparks would fly whenever we
appeared together.
Wonderful though it was be to be back
with Zoë, there was a far bigger issue that
had come to preoccupy me about the films
since the new production team had taken
over: the fact that Poirot did not have a
home. He was now always somewhere else,
never at home, and, as a result, had become
far too much like so many other detectives,
because he had lost his domestic life. The
studio set for his old flat in Whitehaven
Mansions had been dismantled, and I was
beginning to feel that Poirot was increasingly
adrift – especially as he no longer had
Hastings, Japp and Miss Lemon.
I wanted him to have a home again, and
so I asked for a meeting with Michele Buck
and Damien Timmer to discuss it. To my
intense relief, they both agreed with me and
asked the designer, Jeff Tessler, to create
one for us – which was to remain in place
until The Big Four, in the very final series of
Poirot films. When he had finished, Jeff
asked me to come to the set early one
morning to see it – and he was very nervous
indeed, because he knew how particular I
was about Poirot and everything he did.
Before Jeff and I walked into the studio to
see the new flat, I paused and got into
character, so that I could look at it through
Poirot’s eyes. I am so glad that I did,
because when I walked into it, I was almost
in tears. It was so perfect for Poirot. Every
single tiny detail was right, from the bonsai
tree that he trims, to the clock on the
mantelpiece; from the square furniture with
orange upholstery, in true Art Deco style, to
the chrome side tables. It had exactly the
precision and symmetry that he would have
wanted. It meant that Poirot had his own
home again.
It even had one of my own clocks in it. I
am a great lover and collector of clocks, and
not long after the change in production
team, I spotted, in one of my favourite clock
shops, a magnificent Art Deco clock, with a
marble base and two columns standing
beside a diamond-shaped face, and with a
chrome dog standing on top of it. I knew
that Poirot describes an almost exactly
similar clock, though with a fox on top of it,
which he would stroke and then polish away
his fingerprints with his handkerchief. I
bought the clock at once and donated it to
the production, and it sat on the mantelpiece
of his new flat.
That marvellous Art Deco clock is now in
my own flat, but it was not the only
similarity between Poirot’s home and mine. I
love barometers, and insisted that Poirot’s
new flat should have one – just I have
several at home. The bonsai tree that Jeff
put into the new flat is also now back in my
own flat – and I even have the little set of
gardening tools that Poirot used to look after
the tiny tree. It all seems to prove that,
somehow or other, I have some of the same
obsessions he does.
Another part of the domestic life that I
wanted to create for Poirot again was a
manservant. There was no longer a Miss
Lemon to look after him, but Cards on the
Table called for him to have a valet, a man
called George, who attended to his every
need.
I knew the actor I wanted to play the part.
Just before we had started filming, I had
appeared in a revival of Terence Rattigan’s
1963 play Man and Boy, at the Duchess
Theatre in London, which was very well
received. One of the other leading actors,
who played my assistant Sven in the play,
was David Yelland, who is exactly the same
age as I am, but looks rather younger, and
whose daughter Hannah had already
appeared in a Poirot film, Lord Edgware
Dies. David made his name playing the
future King Edward VIII in the film Chariots
of Fire, and I could think of no one who could
play the role of George better than he would.
Like Zoë, he was contracted to play the part
throughout every remaining Poirot film in
which George appeared.
Directed by another newcomer, Sarah
Harding, and with a screenplay by Nick Dear,
who had written The Hollow, Cards on the
Table also starred Honeysuckle Weeks, from
the television series Foyle’s War , and the