Film

The Sleeping Car Murders

Name: The Sleeping Car Murders
Genre: Crime, Thriller, Mystery
Released: 1965
Cast: Yves Montand, Pierre Mondy, Jean-Louis Trintignant, Jacques Perrin, Catherine Allégret

A locked-room mystery on rails: six strangers share an overnight train from Marseilles to Paris, and when they arrive, one is dead. The investigation spirals into a serpentine thriller where the survivors become suspects and targets. Stylishly assembled, genuinely tense, and endlessly inventive in how it unspools its secrets. A masterclass in plot architecture from Costa-Gavras.

TMDb rating

3.5

Should you watch it?

Watch it if you enjoy a whodunit built on a tight, claustrophobic setup and a sly, jaunty tone, the kind of French genre film where the pleasure is in the bickering suspects and the cool-headed sleuthing rather than gore.

Skip it if you need a fast, relentless thriller; this is a brisk 89 minutes but it takes its time over interviews and small talk, and its sense of humour may feel slight if you want pure suspense.

What it asks of you: It asks for steady attention in a compact runtime, with a lot of talking and a slow accumulation of clues, and it rewards you for keeping track of who was where and when.

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