Eastwood has delivered a no-frills affair, almost to a fault. A brisk 96 minutes, the movie is workmanlike in its approach, yet still manages to be stirring thanks to the subject matter.
J. R. Jones
As Clint Eastwood's Sully proves, the Miracle on the Hudson is actually lousy material for a movie.
A fierce, stark, haunted drama of horror narrowly avoided.
You've heard of straw men? This is a straw movie.
Sully can feel like a dutiful, hagiographic slog, even though its actual running time barely tops 90 minutes and both Hanks and Eckhart give warm, understated, funny performances in the only two roles developed enough to qualify as real characters
Hanks's Sullenberger is by far Eastwood's most untarnished standard-bearer to date. Not even Nelson Mandela came off looking this good.
Hanks is very good at playing an Everyman, and Eastwood is content to showcase Sullenberger in that way.
Sully is fascinating as a study of Eastwood's persecution complex, his fear that not everyone in the world adequately worships an accomplished white man.
A porterhouse of a movie that touches your heart.