Felicity Jones and Tom Hanks are supposed to be running with some urgency toward some kind of climax or possible disaster that has to be prevented. All thriller posters  deliver this image, but look at Jones’ expression — she could be sitting in a faculty lounge and bored out of her skull. Or daydreaming.

To think that Bob Dylan wrote the lyrics to “It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue” with hardly any discarded drafts or cross-outs or typos.