It took a long time for Snowpiercer to pull into the station, but it was well worth every second we waited. Director Bong Joon-ho and The Weinstein Company went rounds over significant edits, but the filmmaker stayed strong and we got his intended cut. Set on an train that endlessly circles the frozen wasteland of a new ice age, a rigid caste system develops where the poor dwell at the back while the wealthy live in opulence near the front. Tired of the boot on their throat, the oppressed classes, led by Chris Evans’ Curtis, violently rise up and march forward against the tyrants, personified by Tilda Swinton’s Mason. Evans and Swinton do career best work, and though it admittedly it comes off the rails a bit near the end, Snowpiercer is bleak and damn near desolate, but continually shifts, eschewing easy answers and clear definitions, and maintains just enough of a sliver of hope to keep from being entirely devoid of optimism.