User Reviews

The portrait of the socially awkward train spotter, trapped in a boring office job is ultimately a strange and pointless one. He is incredibly, white-hot consumed by minutiae of all things railway, down to ridiculous bits like memorising way out-of-date schedules and the sequence of long gone engineer's signals. When he sets out to see and ride the last train to pass through an outmoded tunnel, there are people that are as deeply obsessed as he is, yet people from outside their passion, especially family members, are repulsed by them. They in turn are quite willfully ignoring them at all costs. They are a nasty lot as well. So who are we supposed to take sides with, and how are we supposed to regard them? Pity? Condemnation? They stay in their decaying little bubble, so do we dislike them for not participating in our, fabulous, non trainspotting world, or see it as a desperate bunch, turned weird by our awful non-trainspotting world? In the end, we just don't care.