An odd little film, not very long, only about a half-hour, but infused with mystery, with questions about life, death, faith and destiny. Most of the questions posed are understated, bringing a depth to the film that might have been lacking had the filmmaker chosen to take a more didactic or polemic approach.
The few glimpses afforded us of the Underworld are evocative and visually stunning. Most of the film is set aboard a sumptuously decadent train hurtling through Sheol (Hades) towards an uncertain destination, the windows boarded over so the travelers never really know what they're getting themselves into.
After boarding the train, our weary protagonist encounters two forces, one encouraging him to ride to the End of the Line where he will find a cessation to his wandering, the other advising him to disembark at the penultimate station to find a land that sounds too good to be true.
The film is a study in faith, not so much faith in others or in what others tell us, but faith in ourselves, in our own ability to discern the truth in a world (even an Underworld) where truth is elusive, where people are rarely what they seem to be. Not a film for those who need to be told the truth, but certainly a film for those who search for it.
