So there’s this guy on a train, and he’s caught in a time loop, endlessly reliving the last eight minutes of someone else’s life in order to solve a mystery. It’s funny though, he looks an awful lot like that other guy who was caught in a time-shift paradox, you know the one, with the creepy bunny that was counting down to the end of the world. Only this time, he’s deliberately toing and froing on the tracks time-slip, being sent back by some covert army types, again and again. And he keeps getting blown up. Again and again. See, he’s got a bomber to catch, amid all the mise en abyme coffee spilling and ticket punching, and armed only with his wits, he’ll crack the code, and find the source.
So there’s this guy on a train, and he’s caught in a time loop, endlessly reliving the last eight minutes of someone else’s life in order to solve a mystery. It’s funny though, he looks an awful lot like that other guy who was caught in a time-shift paradox, you know the one, the Iranian cockney who likes to jump around the place with the gaudy letter opener. Only this time, he’s falling for a girl, the one who keeps telling him she took his advice. Except, it’s not his advice, rather that of the tweed’n’leather-patches wearing teacher in which our guy finds himself whenever he catches his reflection. And the clock keeps ticking down, and the army types are getting shiftier, and the bomb goes off, again. But he’s wising up, and piecing together the facts of this sophisticated whodunit, and things are different, but still the same.
