A group of crows is called a Murder, a murder of crows. In my case, I am viewing on Netflix a Murder of Marples. Although Joan Hickson is the quintessential Miss Marple, Agatha Christie’s little old lady sleuth has been portrayed over the years by a slew of fine actresses. The issue over the last number of years is not the actresses but the story line. The Hickson Miss Marple actually followed the Christie story lines rather well, nothing jarred nor was out of place.
The ones following Joan Hickson’s death have been more problematic. Miss Marple has appeared in stories with Tommy and Tuppence - never happened in Christie’s writing. She has cropped up in stories where the investigators were independent characters, appearing only in one book. And the stories are “based on” the novel by Agatha Christie meaning occasionally one has to enter into that willing suspension of disbelief and be grateful the characters have the same names and the plot is a good one. In other words, they are not written for Christie fans but rather for the modern viewer who needs a little more spice in their TV viewing.
So ~ I have suspended my disbelief on several levels and have decided to make my way through a large Murder of Marples just for fun.