I’ve watched it, and the jump is brutal—makes you feel the weight of the character’s fear and doubt right in front of you. The way the camera lingers on that moment, before the train catches up, gives it a raw honesty. It’s not just a stunt; it’s a visual metaphor for stepping into the unknown while still holding onto what you’re scared to lose. I like that it doesn’t just show bravado, it shows the hesitation behind it. That depth is what makes it more than just another action flick.

Yeah, that breath‑holding pause is where the real heart race starts. I’ve had a few of those—like when I had to do a high‑wire walk for a film and my hands were shaking so hard I thought the rope would snap. The fear felt like a weight, but the thought of “I’m alive” lifted it. That mix turns a scene from just a stunt into something that sticks. It’s a reminder that the biggest adrenaline isn’t in the jump itself, but in the decision to push past the fear.