While the movie may not resonate with the Indian audience as the events are based in the US, the team effort that rescued every single passenger on the doomed flight, makes this movie worth a watch. What could have been a disaster was averted with sheer presence of mind and timely efficiency. We Indians could learn a thing or two from that.

The problem with Sully is that nothing apart from the incident at its centre is particularly interesting: not Sully’s financial problems, or the flashback to another tricky landing he made, or the committee hearings. By the time we’re shown the entire flight and landing for the second time—and for no good reason—it’s clear that Eastwood is so enamored of his subject that he assumes the audience is as well.

Thanks to Sully, I now know — as much as there is to be known safely at least — what it must be like to be part of a incapacitated plane. Isn’t that why we go to films, after all? So, we can live the compelling lives of others… at least briefly.

Eastwood’s plain and to-the-point filmmaking style syncs perfectly with Hanks’s marvellously underplayed and understated characterisation. Hanks’s Sully hits just the right notes of fear, frustration, ambivalence and pride. He is no ordinary hero, but he is not extraordinary either – I’m just doing my job, he shrugs. That sounds a lot like Eastwood.