Even the Resident IT Consultant couldn’t fault the sheer train-iness of The Station Agent. We couldn’t quite decide if it really counted as a comedy. Yes, it was amusing. But it was more reflective and quiet than funny. Though not so quiet when Joe kept talking non-stop.
But still nice and quiet. We would quite like to have our own little train depot like the one Finbar inherits in Newfoundland in New Jersey.
Fin had hoped to find a place where he could be alone and where no one would stare at him for being a dwarf. But he had barely settled down to sleep on his inherited couch before people came knocking on his door or offered him café con leche. Or doing their best to run him down when he’s out walking.
And sometimes you don’t want to be as alone as you thought. There can be new friendships and a new life where you least expect it. ‘Shit.’
Any film with quite so many trains and train activities and such a lovely – if dilapidated – ‘station shack’ with its own train coach parked outside, has to be good.