The premise of The Passenger has a strong grip on me. The film is far more interested in exploring the psychological weight of regret, repression, and trauma in small-town America than in delivering a traditional thriller. It’s set in a sterile, flat, podunk town—one that feels dated, stagnant, and suffocatingly claustrophobic.
And Kyle Gallner… the man you are. It’s an absolute crime that he isn’t showered in accolades. He radiates a quiet, simmering intensity in every scene, embodying Benson with…