A martial drum beat, bagpipes, security lights in the blackness of a tunnel hurtle by like tracer bullets, then sunlight and blue sky. So opens The Girl on the Train and it’s hard to escape metaphorical preconceptions of life in/as motion when viewing this film. The best advice? If you want a metaphor to hang [...]
Read MoreTHE GIRL ON THE TRAIN – Reviewed by Mancunian Cuttlefish
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