Directed by Kenneth Branagh
This film is beautiful. The external shots of the trains and stations, the interior sets, costumes, you name it everything looks great. However, the film falls miserably flat. I never found myself caring for the kid that was kidnapped and murdered, or the people whose lives were forever changed by the events. Oddly enough I never feel anger or disgust at Ratchett the child murderer, in fact I never even get a pang of guilty pleasure when he’s murdered. The writing and/or editing seems way off with disconnected interviews and absurd jumps in logic in its final moments. If you haven’t seen the 1974 classic, go see that instead.