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Since comparisons to Gone Girl are inevitable given the plot, the title, and the way this film was marketed, I'll begin by saying The Girl on the Train is not Gone Girl, not even close. It does however owe its origins to the similarly laughable type of fiction which was so well concealed by David Fincher's great direction and a knockout performance from Rosamund Pike. Well, despite a strong turn by Emily Blunt there's no concealing it here. This film spends 100 minutes, a lot of it in annoying flashback, to arrive at the conclusion that the real villain of the story is male impotence and the male sexual organ. Now I wouldn't necessarily have a problem with that except for the fact that the central female characters are either a fall down drunk who yet still seems to be right about almost everything, a dangerously naive housewife, and a deeply depressed Jennifer Lawrence clone who is seemingly sleeping with everyone in the nearby vicinity. To top it all off, the film isn't even particularly intriguing or satisfying like Gone Girl, more like erratic, irritating and predictable, with an ending that doesn't deliver at all, mostly because you can see it coming a mile away. Pseudo 3rd wave feminist junk, that wastes a good central performance from Blunt.
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I completely agree with your assessment of the movie, I was very disappointed.