The 15:17 to Paris: if the valour of the deeds portrayed is undeniable, Clint Eastwood’s film nevertheless is emotionally dull. The characters’ journey is uninteresting, short in novelty, nuances or subtlety; moreover, the film’s gambit (to have non-actors Spencer Stone, Anthony Sadler and Alek Skarlatos play themselves) fails. Not unexpectedly, they are expressionless, their delivery flat; in fact, all performances (which include the characters’ young versions) are uniformly unconvincing. Despite its short length, the lack of story makes it drag (particularly the segments where they are younger), the payoff incident is unexciting. The film is, anyway, capably shot by cinematographer Tom Stern.