I went into “The Girl on the Train” with high expectations. After all, it was the highly anticipated film adaptation of this summer’s hottest novel that I never got around to reading, aka the “Gone Girl” of 2016.
Well, in my defense I got to page 86 before other things got in the way. Aka school, Netflix, catching up on "Game of Thrones," etc. The movie was coming out soon enough, so I could just wait a couple of months and see that instead, right? I know, I know, I’m the worst kind of person, but have you guys seen "Game of Thrones"?!
Anyways, “The Girl on the Train” centers around Rachel (Emily Blunt), an alcoholic divorcee struggling to move on after her husband’s affair. Every day on the train to work, she is forced to ride past her old house, where her husband, Tom (Justin Theroux), still lives with his new wife, Anna (Rebecca Ferguson), and their baby. From her seat, Rachel also watches the couple next door and fantasizes about their perfect, made-up love life. Sometimes Rachel’s creation of the couple’s imaginary life verges on an obsession.
One day, the woman next door, Megan Hipwell (Haley Bennett), disappears, and Rachel is pulled into a missing persons case after being seen lurking outside Tom’s house on the same night. Of course, it doesn’t help that Rachel was drunk and wakes up covered in dirt and blood, only able to remember bits and pieces of the night.
Like any murder mystery, “The Girl on the Train” has its twists and surprise reveals, which held my interest throughout the entire movie. There were small hints at the identity of the murderer, enough to start some speculation, but the film was able to keep the big reveal a mystery until the last 20 minutes or so.