‘Bullet Train’ clearly and openly refers to that socio-festive spirit that we associate so much with Guy Ritchie from ‘Snatch. Pigs and diamonds’, a film that, oh, coincidences of life, also starred Brad Pitt. But now that not even Ritchie himself, no matter how hard he may try, is too much like what he seemed to become, it is worth remembering that as a filmmaker and guest David Leitch is even less like him. In ‘John Wick’, ‘Atmica’, ‘Deadpool 2’ and ‘Fast & Furious – Hobbs & Shaw’ there is humour, yes, but above all there is action. And Leitch is above all an action director. And in ‘Bullet Train’ he tries something closer to that Guy Ritchie where the action is not everything and it doesn’t end up being as forceful as we would have liked. Eye, the train reaches its destination in a satisfactory way. But not as satisfyingly as it could. Or how he seems to want to. To go ahead: We could say that ‘Bullet Train’ is a good summer movie. We could, and in fact, we say: It is. It is very entertaining and nice, light but not absurd. He doesn’t take himself too seriously, but he doesn’t take himself as a joke either, and Brad Pitt is there to eat him up, as usual. The action is good, everything looks good, and the cast is one to like. Actually there is no problem. ‘Bullet Train’ can be enjoyed during the time it takes for the AVE to go from Madrid to Len. So where is the problem? WHERE IS THE P. PROBLEM? That is not from p. mother. It lacks a bit of rhythm and intensity, of stylized finesse. And having given a little more packaging to some secondary almost always in the shadow of Pitt. And do without (or abbreviate) a series of flashbacks that don’t quite deserve the budget. And that despite being on board a train all the time, we don’t have the feeling of being locked in a p. train. But I say it a little to touch the eggs. ‘Bullet Train’ is quite good and to be fair, like ‘Top Gun: Maverick’, it more than meets the mark and far exceeds what American blockbusters of the 21st century have been. And it has Brad Pitt. And to David Leitch, who we know who he is even though he’s not Guy Ritchie (nor does he have to be). It may be that he needs to round off the play to establish himself as a future classic. Or not: As Jack Burton likes to say, but what happens? The same thing happened at the time with John Carpenter’s ‘Coup in Little China’. The idea of both films, each in its own way, is the same. And Brad Pitt’s Ladybug has a lot of that Kurt Russell joke. Without nonsense or posturing, time will most likely place ‘Bullet Train’ at its stop, being a train that refers to that golden age of Jerry Bruckheimer in which trips like this were enjoyed without complexes.
By Juan Pairet Iglesias