by B.K. Stevens 
When I read that Kenneth Branagh is directing and starring in a new movie version of 
Murder on the Orient Express, I had mixed feelings. I love just about everything Branagh has done--his 
Dead Again
 is probably my favorite mystery movie of all time--and seeing him play 
Poirot is bound to be fun. But the 1974 movie version of 
Murder on the Orient Express
 is so delightful that making another one seems unnecessary. It also 
seems dangerous: Any new version is sure to be compared to the 1974 one,
 almost sure to suffer by comparison.
That
 got me thinking about movie remakes, wondering if it's possible to draw
 any tentative generalizations about why some work and some don't. I'm 
no expert on movies, but it seems to me that some of the best movie 
remakes are more than remakes: They're independent movies in their own 
right, genuine reinterpretations of an original text, a character, or a 
central premise. Other movies (or, in at least one case, television 
series) aren't remakes but seem shaped by an earlier movie in a 
fundamental way. They may extend some element of the original movie, or 
they may challenge it. For lack of a better term, I'll call them 
replies. 
And
 that's my ulterior motive for writing this post. For fear of burying my
 lede, I'll tell you right now: If you haven't seen a quiet 2012 movie 
called 
Liberal Arts, I think you should. Better yet, re-watch Woody Allen's 
Manhattan, and then watch Josh Radnor's 
Liberal Arts. I think 
Liberal Arts is wonderful, and I think it may represent a truly creative way of responding to a classic movie. More about that later.
For
 now, back to remakes. We often regard them skeptically, partly because 
there are so many of them: Apparently, 2017 will bring us remakes of 
everything from 
The Mummy to Disney's 
Beauty and the Beast (live action this time) to 
Death Wish.
 "Why," we ask, "can't Hollywood come up with something new, instead of 
recycling the same old plots?" Writers have special reasons for feeling 
that way. If Kenneth Branagh wants to make a mystery movie, why crank 
out yet another version of 
Murder on the Orient Express, when he's more than welcome to the screen rights for our stories and novels?
And
 we've all seen remakes that disappointed us, irritated us, perhaps left
 us sputtering with disbelief and indignation. (Obviously, the opinions 
I'm about to express are my own opinions and nothing more. I apologize 
if they disappoint you, irritate you, or leave you sputtering.) For 
example, I was looking forward to the 2016 remake of 
The Magnificent Seven. I enjoyed the 1960 movie and didn't see any reason not to remake it--after all, it's a remake itself, of 1954's 
Seven Samurai.
 Plus, like just about everyone else, I love Denzel Washington. But the 
remake left me cold. The cast is more diverse than the 1960 one, the 
acting is fine, the action scenes are well choreographed (and very 
long), and some details are educational--who knew pioneer women showed 
so much decolletage? Aside from that, though, not much about the 2016 
version is new. And, at least to me, characterization seems weak. In the
 1960 movie, each of the seven becomes a distinct, memorable character, 
often after only a few minutes of screen time. In the remake, as one 
after another of the seven fell during the final shootout, I had to keep
 asking my husband, "Which one was that?" And I found myself wondering 
why the director decided to remake the movie in the first place, since 
he didn't seem to have anything new to say.
I wondered the same thing when I saw the 2010 remake of 1984's 
The Karate Kid.
 (My husband is a fifth-degree black belt, so I have seen every martial 
arts movie ever made.) The remake takes place in Beijing rather than Los
 Angeles, and the protagonist is five or six years younger. Other than 
that, it's almost the same movie. (The director even kept the romantic 
subplot, so we're treated to the slightly creepy experience of watching 
two twelve-year-olds kiss. Some additional tweaking of the old script 
might have been nice.) I'll admit I skipped the remakes of 
Arthur and 
The Pink Panther.
 In each case, I think, the original movie's appeal rests primarily on 
one actor's remarkable performance, and I doubted the replacement actor 
could equal it; reviews I've read and comments I've heard confirmed my 
doubts. I did see the remakes of 
The Wicker Man and 
The Haunting,
 and I wish I hadn't. Remakes that awful feel like insults to the 
original movies. In general, I think remakes are unlikely to succeed if 
they feel like no more than attempts to reach a younger audience, 
promote a promising actor, amp up the special effects, or cash in on a 
popular movie's name.
But we've probably all seen remakes we enjoyed, too. I liked the 1995 remake of 
Sabrina and the 1978 
Heaven Can Wait (a remake of 1941's 
Here Comes Mr. Jordan).
 With both, it may have helped that I hadn't seen the original movies 
first and wasn't tempted to make comparisons--I could simply enjoy the 
new versions as clever, well-acted movies. After watching the remakes, I
 made a point of watching the original movies and enjoyed those, too. So
 maybe that's one thing to be said for remakes: The good ones may 
attract some new viewers for classic movies.
And
 a pretty good remake my help us more fully appreciate the qualities 
that make the original movie excellent. For example, I think 1998's 
A Perfect Murder is a respectable remake of 1954's 
Dial M for Murder.
 It borrows key elements (yes, that's a pun) from the original movie but
 doesn't follow it slavishly. For one thing, the newer movie tries to 
make the wife a stronger, more independent character--she's highly 
educated, she has an important job, and she investigates the murder on 
her own and figures out part of the mystery for herself. She can also be
 unbelievably gullible, though, and she takes foolish risks that seem 
inconsistent with her character. And when we compare 
A Perfect Murder with 
Dial M for Murder,
 we see how much has been lost. The humor and the irony are gone. The 
relationships are less complex, and the characters aren't as subtle and 
fascinating. (A special note to writers: While preparing to write this 
post, I re-watched both movies, and it struck me that the characters and
 relationships in 
Dial M for Murder are more complex, subtle, and
 fascinating partly because Hitchcock allows himself two long stretches 
of dialogue we would today disdain as "info dumps." Yes, it's back 
story. Yes, the characters are telling and not showing. But it's done 
well, the back story is engrossing, and telling is probably the only 
concise way of giving the action a depth it would otherwise lack. Maybe 
we should reconsider some of the current truisms we all repeat with such
 confidence.) My guess is that fifty years from now--a safe prediction, 
since I won't be around to have to admit it if I'm wrong--people will 
still be watching and enjoying 
Dial M for Murder, and 
A Perfect Murder
 will be, at most, a footnote in books on screen history. It's not a bad
 movie, though, and if you've got a couple of hours to spare, you might 
give it a try.
Once
 in a while,  a remake may be even better than the original, or at least
 so good that it's debatable. I'd put the 2004 remake of 
The Manchurian Candidate
 in that category. It follows the general outline of the 1962 movie but 
makes fundamental changes in plot, characters, and theme. It's an 
interesting movie in its own right, we can see a legitimate reason for 
returning to the story and reworking it to comment on contemporary 
situations, and some viewers (including me) think the overall production
 rises above the impressive original. This time, Denzel Washington found
 a remake worthy of his talents.
People can also debate the relative merits of the 1956 and 1978 versions of 
Invasion of the Body Snatchers, and some will stick up for a 2007 remake called 
The Invasion.
 The two remakes aren't simply glitzier versions of the original: Each 
makes major changes in plot and characters, and each develops its own 
themes. People can debate about the themes, too. Does the 1956 original 
comment on Cold War tensions, with the pod people representing either 
soulless Communist infiltrators or followers of Joseph McCarthy bent on 
suppressing nonconformity? (Each theory has its advocates.) Does the 
1978 remake reflect a post-Watergate view of government as riddled with 
conspiracies? What do we make of all the references to the Iraq war in 
the 2007 version? The two remakes also offer different ways of resolving
 a logistical problem the original movie ignores: Once a pod person 
takes over a human's mind, what happens to the human's body?
All three of these movies, as you may know, are adaptations of Jack Finney's 1954 science fiction novel, 
The Body Snatchers.
 So should the two later versions be seen as remakes of the original 
movie, or as reinterpretations of Finney's novel? I can't answer that 
question--I don't know if the people who made the later movies even read
 the novel--but I do think some movies often called remakes might more 
aptly be called reinterpretations. For example, there's the 2010 
True Grit. Like its 1969 predecessor, the 2010 movie is based on a 1968 Charles Portis novel of the same name. I haven't read 
True Grit,
 but all the reviews and articles I've seen agree the second movie 
follows the novel more closely than the first one with regard to plot, 
characters, tone, and other elements. And Joel and Ethan Coen, who 
wrote, directed, and produced the 2010 movie, have said they decided to 
make it because they were intrigued by the book and particularly by the 
voice of its narrator, Mattie. In this case, then, "reinterpretation" 
may be more accurate than "remake."
That
 may also be the term to use when talking about the many movie versions 
of the Sherlock Holmes novels and stories, of other novels and stories, 
of plays by Shakespeare and others, of legends such as the story of 
Robin Hood, and so on. It's probably helpful to see most of these as 
reinterpretations of the original source, more than as remakes of 
earlier movies. That's what I hope Branagh's 
Murder on the Orient Express
 will be--a fresh interpretation of Agatha Christie's novel, not just an
 attempt to duplicate the success of the 1974 movie. After all, there 
have been several film versions of 
Ten Little Indians / 
And Then There Were None. When a story's so gripping, it's no wonder many moviemakers want to take a turn at telling it.
Branagh
 still faces a daunting challenge, since the 1974 movie was so good. 
It's almost like attempting another movie version of 
The Godfather or 
To Kill a Mockingbird--probably not a smart move. (People are welcome to keep making movie versions of 
Pride and Prejudice,
 though, until somebody finally gets it right. In my opinion--and again,
 it's merely an opinion--the only movie that does Jane Austen justice is
 Emma Thompson's 
Sense and Sensibility. It still breaks my heart 
that Thompson and Branagh got divorced.) Anyway, I wish Kenneth Branagh 
well with his reinterpretation. I can't think of anyone more likely to 
succeed at the task he's taken on.
And
 then there are some movies and television series that can't really be 
called either remakes or reinterpretations but still seem linked to 
earlier movies, either explicitly or implicitly. I don't know if there's
 an official term for them, so I'll just call them replies. For example,
 the television series 
Fargo isn't a remake, but the movie 
version clearly supplies its inspiration. The movie and the series share
 a Minnesota setting and similar characters and plots: People who don't 
think of themselves as criminals blunder into crime and end up 
destroying many lives, including their own; ruthless criminals help 
spread the misery; and ordinary, hard-working police officers restore 
order, both by bringing the guilty to justice and by providing a 
redemptive model of decency and simple family joys. The pattern is the 
same, but each season of the series has introduced new characters and 
stories. To me, the television series 
Fargo provides an 
interesting alternative to remakes and sequels. (It doesn't hurt, of 
course, that the writing and acting are so consistently excellent.)
Then there's 
Liberal Arts.
 I don't have proof--I've spent several hours looking around online 
but could never find confirmation--but I think Josh Radnor's 2012 
Liberal Arts is a reply to Woody Allen's 1979 
Manhattan. This has been a pet theory of mine for some time, and I'd love to know what you think. (I'd also love it if you'd give 
Liberal Arts
 a try--and I'm not saying that only because writer, director, and star 
Josh Radnor and I are both Kenyon College alumni, and most of the movie 
is filmed on Kenyon's exquisite campus. I've never met Mr. Radnor, and I
 don't own stock in the movie. Wish I did.)
Liberal Arts
 centers on the attraction between thirty-five-year-old Jesse and 
nineteen-year-old Zibby. (Sound familiar?) Jesse's a bookish, 
discontented admissions counselor at a New York City college. He goes 
back to Kenyon for a favorite professor's retirement dinner and meets 
Zibby, a sophomore. They strike up a friendship. The next day, they take
 a long walk around campus, talking about books, music, life. After he 
returns to New York, they write to each other, and the friendship 
deepens. She invites him to come back to campus to visit her. When he 
does, she says she wants to have a sexual relationship with him.
I'll
 stop the plot summary there, both for fear of spoiling the movie for 
you and in hopes of enticing you to see it. Instead, I'll mention a few 
similarities and differences between 
Liberal Arts and 
Manhattan--I assume you've all seen 
Manhattan, so I won't worry about spoiling that. 
Manhattan is set entirely in--well, Manhattan; 
Liberal Arts
 balances New York scenes against scenes set in the nearly pastoral 
village of Gambier, Ohio. In both movies, the age difference between the
 man and the woman is considerable, but 
Manhattan's Isaac is 
forty-two, and Tracy is seventeen--a significantly larger difference, 
especially since Tracy's still in high school and below the legal age of
 consent. Isaac's fiercely solipsistic, almost exclusively focused on 
his own problems and needs. He cites concern for Tracy's welfare as his 
reason for breaking up with her, but is his attraction to another woman 
his real motive? When his relationship with the other woman ends, and a 
depressed Isaac realizes "Tracy's face" is one of the things that makes 
his life worth living, he tries to persuade her to come back to him, 
even though she's about to embark on a journey that could enrich her 
life.

 
Jesse, like Isaac, spends time fretting about his needs and 
disappointments. But he clearly cares about other people, too, including
 Dean, a brilliant but troubled student Jesse meets during his first 
trip back to Kenyon. When Dean's life comes to a crisis, Jesse rushes to
 the college again to help him through. And when eminently desirable 
Zibby invites Jesse into her bed, he responds with sentiments seldom 
expressed in movies these days. "I believe in consequences," he says. 
"No, you believe in guilt," she counters. "Maybe," he admits. "But guilt
 before we act is called morality."
Well, that's probably a spoiler. But it's one of my primary reasons for thinking 
Liberal Arts is a reply to 
Manhattan.
 Both movies are well-written, well-acted, visually stunning, 
deliciously witty. Both center on similar situations. But the 
protagonist in 
Manhattan is ruled by his desires, and the protagonist in 
Liberal Arts
 can put his desires aside and make careful moral choices--again, 
something we seldom encounter in movies these days. Does Josh Radnor see
 
Liberal Arts as a reply to 
Manhattan? Did he ever even 
see Woody Allen's movie? I don't know. If he didn't, it's a remarkable 
coincidence--the kind of coincidence any good mystery writer rejects as 
unbelievable.

 
When
 I was a freshman at Kenyon College, taking a year-long survey course in
 the history of British literature, I was often struck by the way the 
writers we studied seemed to be carrying on a dialogue with each other, a
 dialogue stretching across centuries. Writers alluded to their 
predecessors, imitated them, rebelled against them, borrowed from them, 
reshaped what they borrowed. It's natural for writers to influence each 
other and try to outdo each other. Moviemakers seem to be engaged in a 
dialogue with their predecessors, too. At this point, the dialogue often
 takes the form of remakes. As time goes on, the dialogue may become 
more varied, as writers and directors discover new ways to respond to 
movies that inspire or provoke them. In the meantime, we viewers wade 
through many remakes, avoiding or enduring the mediocre ones, surprised 
by joy when an old favorite gets transformed into a new delight.

 
Are
 there movie remakes or reinterpretations you especially like or 
dislike? Are there movies you see as replies to earlier ones? If I've 
maligned a movie you love or praised one you despise, please don't 
hesitate to say so. People get passionate about movies--that's one thing
 that makes talking about them so much fun. And I'm sure we'll all be 
nice to each other.
As
 others have already noted, three SleuthSayers have been nominated for 
the Best Short Story Agatha this year--Barb Goffman, Art Taylor, and me.
 Gretchen Archer and Edith Maxwell have been nominated, too. I'm 
thrilled and honored to be named along with these fine writers. You can 
read all the nominated stories 
here.