Good heavens does Paul Greengrass ever know how to make a white knuckles stress-fest. I was ready for a heart attack by the time the movie was ending. Tom Hanks’ performance starts as OK (that accent bothered me for some reason) but quickly gets to excellent by the end. In fact, I think it might be the best interpretation of being in a full state of shock I have ever seen on the big screen. I was as much a mess as the protagonist by the end of the film. So much so that I had to recompose myself before leaving the movie theatre lest there be womens who would get a glimpse beneath the armour of this macho reviewer. I actually recognized that stressed out of my mind feeling near the end of the movie from when I watched United 93 and that dang Paul Greengrass had done it to me again. What a wild ride. The price of admission is worth it simply for the scenes where Hanks’ hero has to come down from being nonstop fear-adrenalized for far too long. Brilliant. Strongly recommended.