Like a bad sermon, _The 15:17 to Paris_ is boring, pointless and irredeemable. The actions of the three Americans who sextuple handedly thwarted a terrorist attack in a train between Amsterdam and Paris deserve more than this slapdash travelogue carelessly thrown together by Clint Eastwood. Clint (who once called me a 'pussy'*) dishonours these men's bravery with a surprising and uncharacteristically amateurish production. The best way to pay tribute to these extraordinary heroes is not this film.

*In an August 4, 2016 interview with Esquire magazine, Eastwood stated, "(S)ecretly everybody’s getting tired of political correctness, kissing up. That’s the kiss-ass generation we’re in right now. We’re really in a pussy generation. Everybody’s walking on eggshells. We see people accusing people of being racist and all kinds of stuff. When I grew up, those things weren’t called racist."