134 days in a row at the cinema! Today I saw The 15:17 to Paris.
Like a bad sermon, The 15:17 to Paris is boring, pointless and irredeemable.
The actions of the three Americans who sextuple handedly thwarted a terrorist attack in a train between Amsterdam and Paris deserve more than this slap dash travelogue carelessly thrown together by Clint Eastwood. Clint (who once called me a ‘pussy’*) dishonours these men’s bravery with a surprising and uncharacteristically amateurish production. The best way to pay tribute to these heroes is not this film.
Out of a possible 10, I have 2 Fs to give.
*In an August 4, 2016 interview with Esquire magazine, Eastwood stated, “(S)ecretly everybody’s getting tired of political correctness, kissing up. That’s the kiss-ass generation we’re in right now. We’re really in a pussy generation. Everybody’s walking on eggshells. We see people accusing people of being racist and all kinds of stuff. When I grew up, those things weren’t called racist.”