Agatha Christie's Seven Dials

Seven Dials sits comfortably in that upper tier. It pulls off the difficult trick of making something feel both nimble and reassuringly familiar – a period caper that glides through gilded country piles and shadowy streets.

Seven Dials delivers an engaging drama that stays mostly faithful to its source material.

Very British, and once the threads start connecting, pretty good.

Agatha Christie’s Seven Dials is a well-paced, traditional Christie adaptation with a fun-to-watch young protagonist at its center, which is rare in the world of the classic mystery novelist’s stories.

McKenna-Bruce is delightful as the pint-sized self-proclaimed detective determined to do whatever is possible to find out what happened to her friend. A few of the clues unveiled in “Seven Dials” are more obvious than others, but there are just enough surprises to make the series worthwhile.

Here, the journey isn’t necessarily thrilling, nor is it as intellectually adroit as peak Sherlock, but it’s lively and easygoing entertainment. And for most viewers, Mia McKenna-Bruce will be a most agreeable discovery.

Their back-and-forth gives the series the pluck it lacks elsewhere. Should there should be a second season of “Seven Dials, it would be best to dial up more of that Bundle-Battle repartee and formulate a better, more convincing mystery that’s not overly reliant on coincidences and preposterous.

New star Mia McKenna-Bruce makes a charming amateur sleuth in a mishmash mystery, needlessly extended into three parts.

Dial in for an unexpected treat in this lesser-seen Agatha Christie story, which comes to life every time Mia McKenna-Bruce appears to share her observations and a wry quip.

It's a passable few hours of entertainment, with a gloss and level of performance above the norm, but it's not a mystery on the level of even the middling Christie adaptations - making the ticking clock metaphor surprisingly apt.

Netflix's adaptation of Agatha Christie's Seven Dials takes a passably entertaining murder mystery and tries to raise its emotional stakes with mixed results.

If you have neither read the original book nor care about the changes, this is a diverting three-parter. Christie purists may feel differently. The ending is completely new.

It is a handsome distraction from ugly things happening around the world but I still hanker for a Marple or a Poirot.

Too slow to be riveting and too needlessly drawn out, it's a run-of-the-mill adaptation of one of Christie's most run-of-the-mill novels, and the strongest proof that not every work from the renowned author warrants a fresh take.

Across three tepid hours, Christie’s killer story is wasted on a series that feels dead on arrival.

Retro without flair and full of modern concerns about everyone’s emotional wellbeing is a mix that doesn’t work for me.

The ending is new, and it is so convoluted and out-of-nowhere that one imagines Chibnall came up with it by throwing darts at a board full of random ideas. It’s not clever or witty or a satisfying surprise in a Christie-esque manner. Really, it’s rather insulting. .... Fortunately for Christie enthusiasts, there are plenty of alternatives to indulge in over this misfire.