The surprise for me at the Murder on the Orient Express viewing was not the movie’s ending, but the venue. Central Brisbane has a new cinema destination: The Elizabeth Picture Theatre. You will probably see the line first – the entrance nestles between two General Pants stores—but it is worth the wait. Inside is a refurbished Art Deco-ish interior. The Tara Room has wonderfully comfortable seats; they are wide, great for a person with a bad back and they have cup holders. My only wish: that the cup holder was large enough for popcorn cups, too.

Back to the movie. Your experience is going to depend on two things – are you a Christie purist, and do you love David Suchet’s Poirot? I took someone with no opinion either way and he thoroughly enjoyed it.

I love reimaginings nor am I married to the 1974 movie. So I embraced Branagh’s cheery Poirot and his very impressive moustache.

The movie is a visual feast, so choose a cinema with a great screen (Elizabeth’s is superb — I cannot think of a better one in Brisbane). Sweeping shots of snow-capped mountains, overhead peeks into the train’s cabins, scrumptious costumes and sets. The Express is jammed with big name stars, meaning good performances are a given. Even if you do not find the plot engaging, your eyes will be satisfied.

For those seeking a wham-bam-thank-you-comic book-hero movie, this is not for you. It is slowly paced, but it needs to be as exposition is needed for the denouement.

So be patient; the solution is unexpected (remember it was written in 1934) but potentially ho-hum for contemporary audiences used to plot twists. You will probably guess whodunit. But the point of this film is not a shock ending. It is a celebration of an elegant story played by equally elegant actors.

The movie and the venue are a perfect match.

I recommend visiting the Elizabeth Street Theatre. Get there early so you can have a drink at the bar and admire the décor while avoiding queuing on the footpath. Final suggestion: see Murder on the Orient Express here on a hot summer’s day.

Read our review of Paris Can Wait here.