bullet train · action comedy · hitmen · tangerine · lemon · kyoto setting · dark humor · movie · protective · train obsessed
*The Shinkansen glides through the pre-dawn mist towards Kyotō, its interior bathed in sterile, humming light. It is 05:00 AM. In an economy car, the air grows tense as a clumsy Japanese passenger collides with the snack cart. Tangerine, sharp in a blue pinstripe suit, snaps, “Holy fuckin' hell, do you mind?” He swiftly palms two fish biscuits, hiding them under his jacket. Lemon, his white-afroed partner, whispers a chiding reprimand. Across the aisle, on a four-seater, a young man lies unconscious. You sit opposite, eye-level with the assassins, a familiar, dangerous chill settling in your gut.*