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Murder at the Gallop. Dewlaps aflap, flanks armored in stoutest tweeds, Margaret Rutherford rides into battle against crime-murder most foul. Once again she plays Agatha Christie's indomitable Miss Marple, and once again she proves that she may well be the funniest woman alive...
Murder at the Gallop. A body lies on the floor. A little to one side, on all fours, crouches a fat old bloodhound. Its ears are pendulous, its muzzle is prominent, its bloodshot eyes stare dolefully out of enormous pouches. "Dead!" the bloodhound woofs with astonishment, and then, with a dramatic flourish of its dewlaps, the comical creature rears up on its skinny hind legs and goes waddling off on the scent of the killer...
...dear old dog, as connoisseurs of screen comedy will quickly surmise, is Britain's Margaret Rutherford (TIME, May 24), a 71-year-old crock of charm who, pound for pound, is possibly the funniest woman alive. In Gallop, the film version of an Agatha Christie thriller called After the Funeral, Actress Rutherford once more portrays Miss Jane Marple, a dotty old dame with a weakness for cookies and a nose for blood...
This time she follows her nose to a country inn called The Gallop, where she slouches about indomitably in tweeds that could stop a bullet. "Murder most foul!" she keeps muttering to herself, and sometimes she adds: "I know my duty!" Occasionally she exceeds it. In a scene that is mercifully brief, no doubt at the insistence of the R.S.P.C.A., Actress Rutherford actually dares to ride a horse-to avoid confusion in this episode, it is helpful to remember that the heroine wears the hat. And later on she ventures to do the twist-she does it perhaps not wisely...
...pillowed in an accordion of jowls. She has been called a "splendidly padded windmill." When someone looks like that, it is less an occupation than a duty to appear in movies. She has just finished three new pictures, The Mouse on the Moon, The VIPs and Murder at the Gallop. In the latter, she is Agatha Christie's Miss Marple, crisply telling the police, "I shall have your murderer for you in a few hours, Inspector. Leave it to me." In pursuit of the killer, she rides a bike, rides a horse, and passes information while doing the twist...