Baby spent the night with her grandparents, so mommy and daddy had a pizza, movie, wine and beer night. I’m wine, he’s beer. Overall, a very healthy evening. (Back to that whole: Weight Loss or Pizza bit.) It’s been a while since we have been able to catch up on the latest cinema hits, so this may be a bit late, but I had to share my feelings on The Girl On The Train. This may start to read like a rant, so you have been warned.
IMdB: The Girl on the Train is the story of Rachel Watson’s life post-divorce. Every day, she takes the train in to work in New York, and every day the train passes by her old house. The house she lived in with her husband, who still lives there, with his new wife and child. As she attempts to not focus on her pain, she starts watching a couple who live a few houses down — Megan and Scott Hipwell. She creates a wonderful dream life for them in her head, about how they are a perfect happy family. And then one day, as the train passes, she sees something shocking, filling her with rage. The next day, she wakes up with a horrible hangover, various wounds and bruises, and no memory of the night before. She has only a feeling: something bad happened. Then come the TV reports: Megan Hipwell is missing. Rachel becomes invested in the case and trying to find out what happened to Megan, where she is, and what exactly she herself was up to that same night Megan went missing.
***SPOILER ALERT***YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED***
The reason I wanted to watch this movie is because I had heard that it was a lot like Gone Girl. I liked Gone Girl because it was a very different storyline than I am used to, totally out of my comfort zone with its dark intensity and thrills. I hadn’t read the Gone Girl novel nor The Girl On The Train, so I felt safe watching both movies being that I wasn’t overly invested as I tend to become with books-gone-cinema. As the movie began, it was slow-moving, but I was OK with it since there were multiple characters storylines being introduced. I waited patiently for the plot climax to build, but it felt like we were watching a pot of water trying to boil on low heat.
Then suddenly, the plot swung high, and my heart tore out of my chest as tears streamed down my cheeks.
There are three women who the entire story is built off of since their lives were so interconnected, but honestly, only two of them were well-developed. Rachel, as stated above, is the leading lady (Emily Blunt). She was married to a man who divorced her because of her drinking problem and his affair with Anna. Anna is Rachel’s ex-husband’s new wife and baby momma. The final woman in the story is Megan who is the skank husband’s new fling.
Rachel and Megan were so well casted and so well-developed. I completely understood their stories and felt for their characters. Anna on the other hand, I feel was a forgotten character. She literally seemed like an after thought, like a piece they had to throw in because she was in the novel and married Rachel’s ex. I understand her part in the story, but she was not as well-developed as she should have been.
This is going to get a little dark for a second because let’s face it, this movie was effing darkkkkk! I thought Gone Girl was morbid and twisted, but The Girl On The Train takes the whole black ooze cake! There are so many aspects to this movie that I talk about, abuse, alcoholism, adultery, but there was one that really hit me hard.
Megan has a moment where she shares her darkest secret with a shrink. She once had a baby, a little girl who died when Megan brought her into the bathtub with her and fell asleep. As Megan (Haley Bennett) gives this monologue, I literally had a moment where I wanted to smash my TV and hug my baby. She stole the show for me with this one scene because as a mother, it literally broke me. And honestly, this one scene ruined the entire movie for me.
I get that Megan had to have had something in her past that made so anti-children, but to have this be the secret, to have this be the reason was too much for me. Maybe I’m hormonal, maybe I’m soft-hearted or weak-minded that this hurt me so badly, but I can honestly say that I hugged my daughter a little tighter when she came home the next day.
This is one area where I just want to tell Hollywood and my fellow authors to leave alone! Leave children out of it. It is the one weak spot in most people’s hearts, and I’m sure that’s why they use it, but geesh. It’s so dark and took away from the entire rest of the story for me. A little too dark for my liking.