Train to Busan is very much zombies by numbers done extremely well.
Where it shines is the key element of any classically effective undead flick: the emotional setup. We start with a family, we get an asshole who needs to gain some humanity, we meet a perfect and loveable couple, siblings, a scared man, an evil man; T2B provides all the trimmings when it comes to our key players; plenty pop up to provide a nice gradient of folk; from those you will hate and would love to see die to those you will fall in love will and hate to see die.
Although the quality of setup and general execution of T to the B is a glowing light of cinematic playtime, there are still dully expected moments sure to poke you in your eye and slow the ride down a little. They’re rare but they do reveal a sort of sitcom level of template adherence that can make some great performances appear wasted or silly.
The zombies in TtB perform an equally uncertain balancing act between being realistically realised, energetic, deadly and sorrowful, to reaching pantomime levels of silly facial expressions and blatantly-a-gymnast performances of Ring-style contortion.
Train to Busan’s positives by far out weight its negatives and although its often clearly formulaic the sum of its parts are delivered in such a convincing and fun way that you’re guaranteed to have all the excitement and heart break such a formula should result in.
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