One of Christie’s stranger novels, this
story bursts with witches, prophecies and unnerving rituals within the tiny
village of Much Deeping, in 1961.
In Much Deeping, there be witches
her credit, Phelps isn’t content with a bog-standard, comfy-telly version of Christie’s
works (to the anger of some) – she loves to lash the classics with sex and blood and overall darkness. These are required for period dramas to stay current,
especially those that have been adapted countless times, and they’re all the
better for it.
But, similar to Dublin Murders, The Pale Horse’s approach to the horror-detective arena wields very few scares or surprises; falling into a slow and unsubtle
predictability that makes the darkness something to sleep through without nightmares.
Macbethian fashion, the series kicks off with three witches (but are they?)
telling a woman’s future in a small cottage in Much Deeping. This woman
is the ill-fated Delphine (Georgina Campbell), married to the London antiques
dealer Mark Easterbrook (Rufus Sewell). It’s not long before Delphine kicks the
bucket, and her widowed husband marries again a year later – this time to the
poised and subservient Hermia (Kaya Scodelario).
Hermia’s the understated hero,
the one who bears everything and shows nothing. Her stiff face obscures the
psychological meltdown burrowing underneath. She’s much more interesting than
her husband, who’s the detestable protagonist of this tale as he sneaks off to
a seedy Soho and sleeps with another woman.
Hermia (Kaya Scodelario, right) is the understated hero
a strange collection of murderous circumstances, Mark’s name is revealed on a
long list found in a dead woman’s shoe. Inspector Lejeune (a gruff and
underused Sean Pertwee) takes on the case, but the focus is on Mark as he goes
on his own secret investigation. He realises that Much Deeping connects the
names on the list, and he knows that Delphine visited the village shortly before she
The village bears some resemblance to the ominously isolated and dreadfully
local Royston Vasey in the dark comedy series The League of Gentlemen, only
with none of the humour. There are a few creepy moments – Mark’s unsettling
nightmares, the aggressive masks of a pagan fair, the haunted stares of the
three witches – but none tear your nerves to shreds.
himself proves an intriguing but difficult figure, bearing a guilty conscience
but not much in the way of regret – no doubt this’ll be examined in next week’s
concluding episode. But it’s hard to consider he’ll endure anything too shocking;
hopefully, that won’t be the case. Although Phelps jolts some contemporary
maturity into Agatha Christie, the lying, the adultery, and even the neo-paganism, turn tediously
The Pale Horse airs on Sunday 9 February at 9pm on BBC One
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