The far-fetched phobic should look away now - Man on a Ledge will do nothing good for your mood. Indeed, even those who are more than willing to suspend disbelief while at the popcorn trough may find themselves saying "hang on!" during this thriller for all the wrong reasons.
A Mr J Walker (Worthington) checks into a swanky New York hotel, orders a slap-up meal and then climbs out the window of his room - very high up. Once he's spotted, a closed-off Manhattan, a media circus and a scramble to find out his story ensue, with cops of various ranks and temperaments figuring they know best how to handle the situation, and the rubberneckers below keen that the news channels' newest celebrity should hurry up and let everyone get on with the rest of their day. Walker, however, has something to prove - and nothing and no-one will put him off schedule.
Kudos to Worthington for testing his head for heights - it really is him up there feeling the breeze up his trousers - but Man on a Ledge never rises above its tv-movie-with-a-bigger-budget feel. This is a film that demands goodwill from the get-go (a hotel where the windows open to the halfway point on the upper floors?) and the more the story gathers pace the faster the questions pile up. Despite the intriguing premise, the maximum amount of tension isn't pulled from Walker's walkabout and a supporting cast - which includes Bell as the brother, Harris as the baddie and Banks as arguably the hottest burnt-out cop in movie history who arrives on scene to ask 'Where's me jumper?' - could've delivered much more with a stronger script. Naming the movies Man on a Ledge wants to be held in the same regard as would only give away the whole plot - suffice to say it isn't a patch on any of them.
Take a look at the cert: anyone of 12 or early teenage years will think they've graduated to the sophistication of the major movie leagues watching this; older viewers should either wait and choose between one of the other thrillers coming our way or relive a classic of the genre.
And lads, be warned: if you do decide on Man on a Ledge as your next date movie, it could be daggers all the way to the May bank holiday if you spend too long looking at Genesis Rodriguez in those three-sizes-too-small tops. To quote the priceless advice from Seinfeld, it's "like looking at the sun. You don't stare at it, it's too risky. You get a sense of it then you look away."