The main positive quality of Night Train lies in its historic value. This film is a rare attempt at recreating the Film Noir-draw in Poland, doubly so this early. Unfortunately, the film isn't especially entertaining, nor of much value artistically speaking. Instead, the story is predictable, boring and unoriginal, and the script confines the very capable cinematographer to a never-ending stream of samey train coupes, only letting him roam free at the beginning and the climax towards the end. The…
(Short disclaimer: I'm writing this review after finishing a four-day marathon of the complete trilogy and Fincher's remake)
The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest is the logical consequence of the previous episode: even stupider, even more boring, and even more abstruse, the film's plot is hard to follow based on the fact that one constantly thinks that one can't be understanding it because it's just so silly. The best part is the trial, which gives a decent closure on…
I tried to find an appropriate response to what I saw and decided to stick with what went on in my mind minutes after leaving the cinema:
Watching another Jarmusch is like
But every time you reach the house,
a new window appears where there
used to be a wall.
First it seems great.
The sunrays dance through the rooms
and you get a beautiful new perspective, no matter
which side of the wall you're on.
How long I've waited to enjoy this movie.
Unfortunately, I didn't.
This was 3 hours of feeling utterly uncomfortable, unfortunately not in the good way. I hoped for comedic relief, but throughout the whole film I laughed once, in the very end. Before that, I was not even smiling.
This I won't see as something objectively negative - it simply wasn't my cup of tea.
The visuals weren't either.
But at least, no doubts here, the acting was as great…