Directed by Tate Taylor (2016)
by Rosalie Kicks!, Old Sport and Jaime Davis, The Fixer

Rosalie and Jaime decided to tag team their review of The Girl on the Train, a movie that’s just way, way too easy to hate on. Originally posted on Cinepunx.

Jaime: The Girl on the Train is a book I once read to get through a Thanksgiving vacation spent at home in Chicago. It was recommended to me by some friends – pitched as a sister novel to Gone Girl, psychological thriller/mystery/suspense trash that you can get through in literally two days. I read The Girl on the Train so freakin’ fast – pretty much in between four helpings of Thanksgiving food, two family rounds of Cards Against Humanity, 16 hours of sleeping, and approximately 3.5 Hallmark movies (my mom loves them. I think I might too?) Anyway, I enjoyed reading The Girl on the Train. Watching The Girl on the Train, not so much. Because honestly there is not one interesting thing about the way this film was shot, acted, directed, edited, styled, etc. It’s just boring female-centric John Grisham-esque garbage packaged with pretty actors (I love you, Emily Blunt) better suited for cable movie status.