THRILLER CAUSES YAWNS
Film Review by Fiore

THE
GIRL ON THE TRAIN is a movie filled with so much estrogen,
if it had a drop more it would be a Midol tablet. Have you ever listened to two or more women
speaking and marveled at their ability to carry an entire conversation and
never use a complete sentence? If so,
then you know exactly what it’s like watching THE GIRL ON THE TRAIN.
Editor Michael McCusker, A.C.E, uses time shift
editing to tell the story. The problem is the story, with the exception of two
segments, is told in chronological order.
Yet, the graphics setting the time of the sequence are disjointed. None of the timeline makes sense. If the crew of the USS Enterprise jacked with
the time-space continuum in this fashion, we would all be Borg. McCusker is scheduled to edit the next
WOLVERINE movie. Hopefully, he regains a
sense of linear time before Hugh Jackman brandishes his claws.
The movie begins with anecdotal introductions of the
three main female characters: Rachel,
played by Emily Blunt, who is a delusional alcoholic; Anna, played by Rebecca
Ferguson, who is the typical suburban housewife and homewrecker; and Megan, played
by Haley Bennett, a nymphomaniac whore. Blunt has been tapped to play the
rebooted version of MARY POPPINS. Her
best performances to date were her roles as an idealistic agent in SICARIO, and
as Gwen in the remake of THE WOLFMAN.
Both of those films featured Benicio Del Toro. Perhaps if he has a part in MARY POPPINS,
she’ll be able to take up Julie Andrews’ mantle.

Most disturbingly, a majority of the women in the
preview audience both understood and identified with these women. Perhaps this is why myriad women and girls
are addicted to prescriptions designed to calm, sooth and enhance their
lives. This is the result of feminist
propaganda which has distorted and countermanded the female psyche. These characters are not normal; they are
aberrations. Understanding and
identifying with them are signs of a disturbed individual.
Screenwriter Erin Cressida Wilson (beware the dreaded
three-name people), who crafted the adaptation from the book by Paula Hawkins,
eventually makes the loonies the protagonists and of course the men the
antagonists, turning this unprecedented thriller into a mere chick flick. The underlying tome is so juvenile, it’s
insulting. In the climatic reel, one of
the philandering male no-goods is dispatched with a corkscrew. There hasn’t been a more Freudian murder on
screen since Malcolm McDowell killed a woman with a penis statue in CLOCKWORK
ORANGE.

KEY SCENES TO LOOK FOR:
1.
THE WOODS
2.
THE TUNNEL
GIRL ON THE TRAIN was shot on film, a rarity in movie
making today. While film purists claim, rightfully, that film still provides the
truest look for a movie, there is no denying it is costly. It seems Director of Photography Charlotte
Bruus Christensen (really, do I need to repeat it?) with the help of Director Tate
Taylor, inserted many shots and sequences in THE GIRL ON THE TRAIN just
so the footage would not be wasted on the editing room floor. This could explain the film’s disjointed
visage; but it does not alibi the tremendously slow pace of the movie. A
thriller is supposed to be gripping, keeping you on the edge of your seat. THE GIRL ON THE TRAIN plods along
with unlikable characters and an apathetic mien.
I enjoy good thrillers. A good thriller can be watched numerous
times, even though you know the exciting and revealing conclusion. THE GIRL ON THE TRAIN doesn’t come
close.
THE
GRADE FOR THE GIRL ON THE TRAIN = F
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