The Girl on the Train

It was with a great reluctance that I watched The Girl on the Train due to the fact that one of the key parts of the blockbuster is not true to the novel by Paula Hawkins.

The Girl on the Train novel is set in London where everyone has a British accent and it makes everything feel much closer to home. However, the film, in which Emily Blunt leads as Rachel, is set in New York. The book nerd inside of me was screaming and I wouldn’t allow a pretty good book to be spoiled.

I was wrong, though. The setting of the film actually isn’t as much of an issue as I initially thought it would be. In fact, it’s borderline irrelevant. The tunnel in which the incident of assault (or possibly murder) takes place is not identifiable as American or British and is exactly how I imagined it when reading the novel.

Luke Evans’s portrayal of Scott, the husband of Megan Hipwell who goes missing in the film, is stellar alongside Emily Blunt’s. He is able to have you convinced he’s a psychopath at one minute but then also have you feeling extremely sorry for him at another. Blunt’s performance is equally as great: you think she’s a murderer with an alcohol problem yet are rooting for her to discover the truth.

The Girl on the Train exceeded my – albeit low – expectations and I enjoyed it from beginning to end. Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it.