Bullet Train assembles a cast of assassins — but its plot never catches up

Bullet Train is a movie about a train full of assassins, and it spends almost its entire runtime proving that the premise is better than the execution. Directed by David Leitch, the film gathers Brad Pitt, Aaron Taylor-Johnson, Michael Shannon, and Lady Gaga onto a bullet train in Japan, each carrying out a separate contract while a bigger scheme unfolds around them. The setup is clever. The payoff is mostly hollow.

Trailer, via Sony Pictures Entertainment.

Pitt’s Solo Act

Brad Pitt plays the Hitman, a professional killer who has grown tired of his work. He is assigned to retrieve a package from a Japanese businessman named Hagiwara (Hiroyuki Sanada) during a transcontinental journey. Pitt carries the film through its slower stretches with a weary charm that occasionally breaks into genuine menace. His performance is the best reason to watch Bullet Train, even when the script stops caring about why he wants the package back.

The Hitman’s arc is meant to be the emotional center of the story. Instead, it functions mostly as a way to trigger action set pieces. Pitt gets a few quiet moments of introspection, but they feel tacked on rather than earned. The film wants him to be a reluctant hero, but it never quite commits to showing what made him reluctant in the first place.

Lady Gaga’s Late Arrival

Lady Gaga arrives late in the film as the Knife Lady, a character who has been chasing the Hitman across multiple continents. Her entrance is a relief, since she brings a physicality and a menace that the earlier sequences lack. But her role is underwritten. She is introduced as a threat, and then mostly used as a pawn in the larger scheme. By the time the credits roll, her character feels less like a villain and more like a plot device.

Aaron Taylor-Johnson plays Prince, a young man who has been hired to protect Hagiwara’s son. His performance is energetic, but the script gives him little to do beyond being the comic relief. Michael Shannon rounds out the ensemble as the Ladybug, a mysterious figure whose motives remain unclear until the final act. His presence is a highlight, but the film leans on him too heavily as a source of mystery without ever resolving it satisfactorily.

The Train’s Rules

The train itself is the film’s central gimmick. Passengers cannot leave until it reaches its destination. This should create tension. Instead, it creates a series of set pieces that feel increasingly disconnected from one another. Each assassin has a reason for being on board, but those reasons rarely intersect meaningfully. The film treats the train as a stage rather than a setting, and the result is a series of action sequences that are impressive individually but lose coherence together.

The pacing suffers from this fragmentation. Bullet Train runs over two hours, and large portions of it feel padded. Characters are introduced, then left behind, then brought back for a fight scene, then left again. The narrative momentum stalls whenever the film shifts focus, and the audience is left waiting for the thread they care about to return.

Where It Falls Short

Bullet Train is at its best when it is focused on a single character or a single sequence. A fight in the dining car involving Pitt and Taylor-Johnson is tense and well-choreographed. A later confrontation with Shannon is genuinely unsettling. These moments work because they are contained and specific.

But the film cannot sustain that intensity. The middle stretch drags, and the final act rushes to wrap up threads that were never fully developed. The climax tries to bring everything together, but it feels rushed. The resolution is abrupt, and several characters are dispatched without proper closure.

The Ensemble Problem

The cast is the film’s greatest strength and its biggest weakness. With this many actors of this caliber, the film should be a showcase. Instead, it becomes a problem. Each performer is given a distinct personality, but the script cannot find room for all of them to matter. Some characters are background figures for a few scenes. Others are introduced and then forgotten. The result is a film that is visually busy but narratively scattered.

The film also struggles with tone. It wants to be a dark comedy, but it leans too far into absurdity at times. The humor is often undercut by the violence, and the violence is often undercut by the jokes. The balance never settles, and the film oscillates between parody and seriousness without finding a consistent voice.

A Running Order

Here is a rough breakdown of how the film’s major beats land:

The table shows the uneven distribution of screen time. The middle stretch is where the film loses its grip, with multiple characters jockeying for attention in a space that cannot accommodate all of them.

The Final Word

Bullet Train is a film with a great idea and a weak script. Brad Pitt anchors it with a performance that finds the humanity in a tired killer, and Lady Gaga brings a presence that elevates her scenes. But the film’s structure fails it. The train is a closed system, and the film never learns to use it properly.

The action is competent. The performances are mostly strong. The story is not. That is a fatal combination for a film that depends on cohesion. Bullet Train is entertaining in patches, but it is ultimately a disappointment. It suggests a film that could have been great, and it delivers something that is merely watchable.

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