Hercule Poirot holidays in Egypt; murder is soon afoot. Quasi-sequel to Murder on the Orient Express. Breezy escapist fun with a rich cast of character actors and bright young things hamming/preening respectively, though its clumsy treatment of non-whites plays as racist rather than as innocent comic relief.
An exclusive new ski resort is threatened by the chance of avalanches. Tatty disaster movie from the end of the 70s cycle of the genre; much use of stock footage in the mayhem scenes. Mercifully brief, however, and it’s always good to see Robert Forster.