Mary Kayser

Cillian Murphy’s pain is palpable. His breaking heart shows through soulful eyes that see, yet doubt, as all of us do, if the risk of speaking out is greater than the danger that lurks beneath the surface. He struggles to find peace with a darkness larger than life. Can he confront the evil or look the other way? Even the nuns who once committed to a life of service have become monsters, bitter prisoners who are caged behind the walls of a religious institution and become the liaisons of evil. Tragically honest this film reveals the pain of silence.

Pointless story about selfish, entitled group of filthy rich people with nothing useful to do with their lives but pretend to solve a ridiculous set up murder. Poor attempt at remake of “Murder on The Orient Express”. Disgusting overindulgence in themselves and their fake lives. Waste of time.

We started off watching this as a comedy, laughing at those ridiculous characters. As this thought provoking movie evolved, we realized we are ALL characters with our own prejudices, opinions, faults, fears. It’s always “those other people” who are stupid and wrong and opinionated because surely it isn’t us who are wrong, is it?