While it is a pity that the story wasn't told with more visual finesse, this is trivial compared to our real-world problems. It takes a good movie to put that into perspective.

One of the most extraordinary films you will see this year. Take that as you want.

Like the great film, it's made with a great deal of visible affection both in front of and behind the camera.

I didn’t really have many expectations going into the movie (good or bad), but I actually really enjoyed it. I really liked the characters and the banter between them.

Its taken 5years to submit this review, because even thinking about the darkest few hours of my life watching this ASS of a film gets me upset and flipping angry. It was a Sunday night in the summer,i decided to sit down with a beer and a hot chilli pizza with next door neighbours cat by my side to feast on what i thought must be a good thriller with a somewhat interesting plot and storyline i was SO WRONG.When the credits came on the screen i spat and coughed my 5th beer over the cat, the cat called TIGGER licked my pizza plate chewing strong chilli almost dying on me. Tigger was my friend, i never saw him again. We both died that night.(SPIT)

0.5/10Back in the early 2000s I had saved my paper round money to purchase a DVD player with a surround sound system. When I opened the box I saw it came with a few free DVDs which certainly wasn't the norm. One of these films was Train to Hell (1996). From the title of the film and the picture of a big star actor (Grant) on the front I foolishly decided this was worth a watch.Terrible. Just absolutely awful. Words cannot describe how disappointing this film is. I sat through the entire film, start to finish!Even now, nearly 15 years later it still stands out vividly in my memory as the single worst film I've ever seen. The script was bizarre, the dialogue was all over the place, the camera work was often shaky and scenes with mistakes in the delivery and points where Grant mistakenly and nervously peeks into the camera lens were left in the final edit. It was clear from the look in Hugh Grant's eyes that he was uncomfortable with the direction during filming, at certain points he genuinely looks like he is going to be sick with anxiety.I think I burned the DVD after watching it, only to crave it again years later after discussing awful films with friends at uni. I felt I had to watch it again to make sure it wasn't just a dream (nightmare). I never managed to get a hold of another copy.I imagine if I was a lecturer on a cinema course I would make a point of showing all my students this film. It is basically a step by step guide of how to make a genuinely laugh out loud terrible film. I cannot fathom how people were paid to make this. I actually believe I could make a better film myself with a smartphone and a couple of friends; and that is saying something!If you're a film student, this is a must see......

This movie creates a mood and a kind of distance from reality and it reminded me mainly of "Eyes Wide Shut", which is one of my all-time favorite movies: it has this mix of hedonism, evil, and ultimately giving in to the lack of control. In the beginning, we are in civilization, normalcy, and even ethical righteousness, since we have this writer writing about neo-Nazis. But by the end all we have left is hedonism, an extra large dose of humility, and thankfulness. Also similar to "Eyes Wide Shut", the setting is decadent beyond belief, from the paintings on the doors in the train, the real steam engine, and the costumes to the paintings on the ceilings. (The masks are like those in "Eyes Wide Shut", too). What I like about this movie is that there's some hope in the end, where "Eyes Wide Shut" is more bleak. The final scene with the saving of the child stays with you, and makes up for all the awful images that fulfilled the evil roles in the movie. In "Eyes Wide Shut" all we're left with, after all, is hedonism; but in "Night Train to Venice", we are left with that and also just enough of our better selves to get by.

This film was in one of those boxed sets, together with two other films I had never heard of (and Kickboxer staring Van Damme).When I watch a movie, I don't have any expectations, so am rarely disappointed. When I was watching this one, I was disappointed.Hugh Grant plays a writer living in Munich, who travels on the Orient Express to take his book manuscript (on the subject of Neo-Nazis) to a publisher in Venice. Unknown to him, a bunch of German skinheads (with authentic American accents) sneak onto the train.While the above excitement is going on, a parallel story of a beautiful woman with a young daughter, and a white haired stranger hovering around in the background (played by Malcolm McDowell, doing his best to look extremely intense).I didn't know what to make of this film. From the cinematography I had assumed that this film was shot in the late 80s (actually 1993 - one year prior to Hugh Grants success in Four Weddings and a Funeral). The plot was non-sensical, the direction was non-existent, and at the end of it I had no idea where the time had gone, or what I had just seen.