Sully

Man on a Ledge, It Follows, They Nest - all films which could never be accused of false advertising. There is, it does, and - you guessed it - they do. Sully is a different beast, director Clint Eastwood promising to get under the skin of hero pilot Chesley Sullenberger and not quite coming through. Go in expecting the eye-opening untold story of the man behind the 'Miracle on the Hudson' and you'll probably be a little disappointed.

US Airways Flight 1549 might be a more apt title, as Eastwood restages the events of January 16, 2009 time and time again. He does so in believable and - at times - genuinely hair-raising fashion, but it's definitely a case of diminishing returns. When you know all 155 souls were safe and sound by day's end scenes of mid-air panic quickly lose their dramatic impact. Even the seemingly impossible landing of a jet engine on a freezing cold New York river becomes a little pedestrian.

Luckily this isn't terminal. As a study of the man it's named after Sully barely scratches the surface, but when you're dealing with a story this remarkable and you've got a game Tom Hanks on board surface is enough. Early on when an overwhelmed, almost fraying-at-the-seams Sully is thrust in front of a safety board who appear to be baying for blood Hanks is excellent.

While colleagues and members of the media fete him as a hero, head witch hunter Mike O'Malley plants seeds of doubt. Did both engines really go? Was turning around and heading back to LaGuardia definitely not an option? These seeds quickly take root and haunting visions of what might have been plague his troubled, overtired mind. They come in all forms too. One minute he's standing at the window watching a winged fireball tear through the city skyline, the next he's sprawled across the bed of a sterile hotel room and hearing his own worst fears voiced by the news anchor staring back at him through the flickering TV.