I’m a fan of Brad Pitt, and I think he’s one of the last genuine movie stars we have. Unfortunately, in Bullet Train, he’s hampered by a script and direction that’s neither smart nor well-made. This is a derivative cross between Guy Ritchie and Quentin Tarantino movies (shades of Joe Carnahan), and David Leitch is not nearly in the same league. Somehow this film feels overlong and overstuffed. It runs 2 hours and 6 minutes but runs out of plot long before that. By the time all the twists and turns come, it’s like, who cares. This is a case of a screenplay being complicated for complicated sake.