The 15:17 to Paris (2018)

What a good start it was! According to real events, the main roles were played by direct participants in the events, directed by Clint Eastwood. Well, what could have gone wrong? Everything could go wrong. The most mysterious thing is that I watched this creation to the end, and at the end credits I kept asking myself - well, which helicopter did I kill 90 minutes of my life for this? And then I realized that the whole film was just held by nostalgia for European cities, which, thank God, I was lucky enough to visit in time. And the film seems to admire the cities more than the characters. The characters are not revealed, they are just by default positive to the point of exhaustion. A little more space is given to the main bully, who, despite some very strained obstacles, under the flag of poorly glued religiosity, proudly steps into bedside discussions about destiny and destiny. But it still remains unclear, undisclosed. They're all heroes, period. Involuntarily, if you look closely. By chance.

But this film definitely deserves a timid clap for the mise en scene at Hitler's bunker. Fire!