I didn’t read The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins at the height of its popularity, but I’ve read it even before I found out it will be turned into a movie. And that’s all that matters to me. Because the film is so unbelievably bad. So please stop calling it this year’s “Gone Girl”. Not even close!
Perhaps the book does not translate well to the big screen because there’s just too much hopping around timelines and character perspectives. But that’s where you’ll gauge how good (or bad) the director is. Clearly, Tate Taylor is no David Fincher, but he could’ve made the film adaptation decent, at the very least.
I’d normally ignore things like this but I’m getting all worked up because I love Emily Blunt. She’s a very good actress and her talent is wasted in a mediocre film. You’d probably argue that the book is bad to begin with, so why expect more from the film? (Think Fifty Shades of Grey). Well, at least the book makes sense and you feel the suspense building as you read because everyone is unreliable. In the film, everyone is predictable. And don’t get me started on the awful dialogues.
The film is just 112 minutes of disappointment. Not even Emily Blunt can save it.