In “Bullet Train,” Brad Pitt plays a lovable-loser assassin (code name: Ladybug) bent on self-improvement. He’s an easygoing sweetie, in the spirit of John Cusack’s gun-for-hire in “Grosse Pointe Blank,” to name one film you may wish you were rewatching instead of watching this one.
This one’s well made in its chosen attack. It’s fun for a while. And then, not so much.
I say this realizing “Bullet Train” may well be exactly what millions of summer '22 action fans are after: ultraviolence without weight, and with a wink, though there’s an occasional stab at human feeling in its interrelated stories of competing assassins after a precious suitcase on a superfast train from Tokyo to Kyoto.
