Jay Allen Sanford 1 p.m., May 4
The 15:17 to Paris
Director Clint Eastwood goes from flying first class (Sully) to riding the rails in unreserved coach for another real-life tale of transitory heroism. And this time, instead of relying on Oscar-winner Tom Hanks to land his Airbus in the freezing waters of the Hudson River, he turns to the actual heroes in question to tell the story of three men who foiled a terrorist attack in 2015. It might be tempting to think of it as stunt casting, except it’s hard to imagine professionals doing it any better. The big action payoff is spectacular, but the film’s minor plot disturbances might have been smoothed a bit by less travelogue footage of the boys touring Germany and Amsterdam and a few more childhood flashbacks, especially since the boys’ formative years — with parents who worked hard to raise good kids — contributed to their valorous behavior as grownups. And short of blasting Dino’s all-pervasive “That’s Amore,” there couldn’t be a more stereotypical choice of tunes to underscore time spent in Italy than “Volare.” 2018.