End of the Line

A friend at work loaned me this movie because he knows I'm nuts about trains. The plot synopsis, of driving a locomotive from Arkansas to Chicago, seemed too silly and unrealistic, to the point where I wasn't sure I would enjoy the movie. You know, like Karen Black flying a 747.

Fortunately there was a good explanation for how they managed to get the locomotive to Chicago, so I could relax and enjoy some really nice character studies and a fairly decent yarn. The life of folks who live in double-wides was told with a great deal of sympathy and understanding, without being pandering or condescending. Wilford Brimley as the life-long railroad man was particularly well done, as were Barbara Barrie as his wife and Kevin Bacon as a guy with more testosterone than brains.

But any movie that features both Clint Howard and Rita Jenrette is probably not Oscar material, and neither is a movie with a plot hole in the third act big enough to drive a locomotive through. Still, I'm glad I saw the movie. It doesn't bother me at all that I'll never get the time back that I spent watching it.

This is a story about two old codgers who steal a freight train to make a point. In fact, they intend to drive it to Chicago from their homes in Arkansas to tell the president of their railroad to re-open their shop and save their jobs.

If you hate America, don't watch this movie. If you despise the working man, don't watch this movie. If your father or his father never sweated the loss of a crucial job that could not possibly be replaced, don't watch this movie.

Otherwise, you're going to love this outstanding cast as they portray a very corny but heartwarming story about the struggles of Middle-America. Throw in a few laughs, a couple of shotguns, some lunchmeat and booze, and you've got yourself one helluva good time.

Watch. Enjoy. Be thankful for what you have.

This movie does not go anywere. It is not a realistic drama portraiting the poorest side of America, it is not a tale for children.

A fish-out-of-water, high-concept indie comedy with goofy humor and broad characters...that's actually fairly funny, despite it's MAGA-approved fight-against-progress ethos. Brimley and Helm are so well-casted, and Balaban's small part only further proves his comic genius; but don't believe the poster...Kevin Pork-fat is barely in this joker.

This delightful piece relates of an unscheduled jaunt aboard a locomotive "borrowed" by veteran trainmen Will Henry (Wilford Brimley) and Leo Pickett (Levon Helm) after their employer, Southland Railroad, shifts its manner of freight transport to the airlanes, resulting in the closure of a railyard in Clifford, Arkansas, with a subsequent loss to many in the small town of their livelihood. Freshman director Jay Russell, invited while attending a similarly fledgling Sundance Institute's workshop to develop his script, does so very effectively, with most of the filming taking place near his hometown of Little Rock, enabling Russell's strongly regional feeling for the South to aid him in composing a very personal, well-executed work. The locomotive is being taken by Will and Leo to Chicago, wherein the pair hope to present their grievances to the parent corporation's board chairman, and Russell formulates a recipe for some delicious humour, some satirical, during the adventure, with blessedly minimal slapstick, focussing not only upon the two railroaders but their waiting families, as well. A well-selected cast is aptly directed, with particularly strong performances from Kevin Bacon, Mary Steenburgen and Holly Hunter, the last two of whom gift the scenario with delicious comedic timing. With talented supporting players helping to make possible a successful blend of whimsy and the didactic, END OF THE LINE belies its rather low budget, assisted to a large extent by cinematographer George Tirl, who here intensifies the standard colour scale while utilizing a wide range of facial lighting to help in representing performers' thoughts.