(From IMDb.com)

As the complex tale of all things bouncing around the tortured mind of Rachel began to unfold under the direction on Tate Taylor, I squirmed. Would I be able to withstand 112 minutes this slow?

Unlike my dear wife Karen next to me for the 7:10 p.m. Friday show in the solidly filled Regal Cinemas big theater in Syracuse suburban mall Shoppingtown, I’d not read the Paula Hawkins novel on which The Girl on the Train was based. So I hunkered down and watched the lovely Hudson Valley houses roll by as she stared from her window seat on that commuter rail, pieced together Rachel’s dreamy – nay, spacey – narration about the pretty woman who lived in one particular, went back and forth on the terrible things that led to the dissolution of her marriage in a home on that very street.

This was not a well…