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Film review — The Bullet Train

It’s got dudes in flares and a horn-parping funk soundtrack and a whole bit around people queueing for a pay phone, but the most Seventies aspect of this film is the man slapping a hysterical pregnant woman into labour (and then the baby is stillborn). It’s like ‘misogyny’ was a check box for these things. And yet, it’s still a better, more stylish action thriller than the more recent film with the same title that I will never see because come on. ★★★½

Cross-posted from Letterboxd