
1964 · John Frankenheimer
How The Train has been received, argued over, and remembered.
Respectfully received in 1965 (it even snagged an original-screenplay Oscar nod), it's since been upgraded from 'solid WWII thriller' to sacred text — modern action filmmakers routinely cite it as proof of what real trains, real crashes, and zero CGI can do.
Film fans still chew on the question the movie itself poses — whether a trainload of paintings is worth a single human life — alongside the perennial 'why isn't this ranked with the all-time great action films?' grievance.
It's the gold standard people invoke whenever practical, no-miniatures action comes up — actual locomotives were derailed and crashed for the camera — and it looms over every later art-looted-by-Nazis picture, The Monuments Men included.
A cinephile handshake: perpetually labelled 'underrated', beloved of the dad-movie and physical-media crowds, and a reliable 'how had I not seen this?' five-star discovery on Letterboxd.