A dull, overblown exercise that leans heavily on Orwell's 1984, and adds little except the - at first - interesting setting of this story, namely on an ever-running train that's powering its way to nowhere.
Set in a post-apocalyptic ice age, the train has to keep moving or else it, and earth's surviving members, would freeze. Quite how it keeps moving is left to our imagination. Maybe I missed the bit where the locomotive's power was explained during one of the film's snooze-induced moments. Who knows. And in the end, who cares?
The novelty of the entire story taking place on a train soon wears thin, as the less fortunate passengers are consigned to the rear, being fed re-processed protein "food", eventually battling their way through the more elegant passengers traveling in the forward carriages to the inventor and owner of the train at the front.
Tilda Swinton is unrecognizable as the go-between the train's front and back sections. And this film is equally unrecognizable as entertainment.
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