Why I love Margaret Rutherford's Miss Marple

First of all, Margaret Rutherford's Miss Marple is in black and white, which is the best way to be able to focus on the essentials. Secondly, Margaret makes no pretensions to be anything but what she is. She has a matronly figure. When she ventures into a lady's fashion store, the mannequin is matronly, and to no one's surprise  the garment, that was on the mannequin, fits Margaret as if it had been made for her. She is obviously, the perfectly shaped woman. In the opening scenes she is shown trudging door to door, collecting funds for worthy causes, setting out tea for guests, visiting the library--all fine womanly activities. Thirdly, her skill set is unmatched. When Margaret, as Miss Marple is called upon to ride horseback, it turns out that she was the "Lady's National Amateur Champion 1930-33" (the dates may not be accurate, but her accomplishment was not a one year flash in the pan). When confronted by a villain with fencing skills, it turns out that she was the "National Lady's Fencing Champion" also for more than one year. As needed, she taps out the Morse code; she knits socks on four needles; she can cook "good English food", clean, make-up beds, lay fires with as much vigor and endurance as a 20 year old, and she has audacity and courage in confronting murderers. Is this paragon of female perfection harsh and unlovable? I think not. Because fourthly, she is universally loved. She has a faithful male companion who will unquestioningly do her bidding in film after film. Policemen who begrudge her busybody suggestions and nosey questions, gain an appreciation for her perspicacity. And curmudgeonly co-stars invariably propose to her before the end of the film. How could I not love this kind of Miss Marple, who after all that, still has time to make faces into the camera to be sure that I am still laughing.