Not long after, the "Girl on the Train" also came out. This time it was starring the hot Emily Blunt. It seemed to be the same way, like a sister story, with second-class input and second-class output. The heroine's performance is worth watching. The taste of American popular novels is too strong, the seemingly delicate but actually deliberate plot descriptions, the blunt inversions that are difficult to justify, etc., are all embarrassing.
Whether psychology or hypnotism, is it really that evil? Are white middle-class men really that scary? It's really hard for white women to feel safe, or on the contrary, they are so safe that people come up with some horror stories to scare them and stimulate their senses? In a certain dynasty when women's rights are in a mess (of course, men's rights are not good), such a theme is not good. Women have been frightened enough in their lives. Let's take a look at Mary Sue and go straight to the climax.
The memory of the heroine in the film is so unreliable. When she should come, she is like a big aunt, but when she can't be killed, she should not have a flash of inspiration. When she is confused, her IQ is negative, and when she is smart, Conan is possessed. How capricious and capricious the character and image transitions are, and how well the male villain is dressed in the first half, how can you turn your face when you turn your face? How did you go from being a master of disguise to being a serial killer? The combat power is also erratic. The last murder was not known to the gods, and the ghosts didn't realize it. The next one was directly counterattacked by the heroine, and immediately rushed to the street.
Although the two novels are not the same author, the temperament of the movie is so similar. The two heroines lived a peaceful and happy life after the hero—their husband caught a cold in the fart. Looking for a man, how good is a lesbian! Long live lesbians!
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