As a big Clint Eastwood as director fan, this is the first time I am thoroughly disappointed. The main event is gripping, but that does not warrant the poorly-acted, boys-go-to-Europe, road-trip movie that is the first hour or so. The insights into the character's youths does not add to the story at all. These men, heroic as their actions were in real life, are not professional actors. It makes as much sense as having the Sistine Chapel renovated by a bunch of hockey players. I was at the point of breaking off watching this movie at many points, and the end left me totally unsatisfied and with the question of why somebody would waste an hour and a half of their life with this. Now I'm wasting another 5 minutes writing this review, so you don't have to. You're welcome!
Review of The 15:17 to Paris
