By Jessica Sierocki, photo editor.
A quiet, rainy day seemed like a good time to watch “The Girl on the Train” in theaters. I bought my ticket, grabbed my popcorn (with extra butter of course) and settled into my seat, hoping that the next two hours would be full of mystery and excitement.
Emily Blunt plays Rachel, a distraught alcoholic who wants nothing more than to once again experience the love she shared with her ex-husband Tom, played by Justin Theroux. Tom has moved on and is married to Anna, played by Rebecca Ferguson. Anna and Tom have a baby girl. Rachel is jealous of Anna because she was never able to conceive with Tom, hence, her drinking problem. Tom and Anna’s neighbor, Megan, played by Haley Bennett, was also their nanny until she decided to quit.
Rachel takes the train to New York everyday which coincidentally passes both Megan’s and Anna’s houses. Rachel becomes fixated on Megan and her husband Scott, played by Luke Evans. She wants the kind of love that they share, but after Megan goes missing, Rachel finds herself in a complicated web.
To be honest, I got really excited when I saw the preview for “The Girl on the Train” and was expecting a mystery movie with some action and even a thrill or two. Unfortunately, my expectations weren’t met.
Now that I look back on it, the movie did seem oddly familiar somehow and it wasn’t until I glanced at my bookshelf that I realized why. “The Girl on the Train” felt like a weaker version of “Gone Girl.”
I didn’t mind sitting in the theater to watch it and I didn’t hate myself for spending two hours of my day watching the movie. I guess a good word to wrap up the entire experience would just simply be disappointed. I was disappointed in the movie but I was also disappointed in myself for having such high expectations.
