Emily Blunt brings such a raw, pained, mortified portrait of an alcoholic to live that it’s a shame that the filmmakers fail to recognise this as essentially her story.

If you like morbid whodunit thrillers that make you feel like you are trapped in a dark room with no glimmer of hope whatsoever; this brutal, twisted and voyeuristic tale is bound to leave you gasping for breath.

It’s entirely up to Emily Blunt to save the film from becoming just another ‘Gone Girl’ wannabe. It’s largely her well-endowed, entirely relatable performance that lends memorability to the experience while rescuing it from being just another serviceable thriller.

As far as thrillers go, The Girl on the Train works hard to make every player seem suspicious but the result isn’t as juicy or caustic as Gone Girl, a hit adaptation in roughly the same genre.

The Girl on the Train may not be at par with the October 2014 released thriller Gone Girl, in terms of an enthralling experience, but is nevertheless exciting.

For lovers of thrillers that unfold slowly, for people who don’t rush for the popcorn or their mobile phone while watching a movie in a theatre, The Girl on the Train is a wonderful watch.

The Paula Hawkins bestseller about gender battles and domestic violence is reduced to a thriller, and a not very effective one at that.

Murder. Infidelity. Copious amounts of alcohol. Unreliable narrators. Just good old-fashioned tawdry entertainment. What’s not to like?