I'd taken the precaution of booking seats, for which service Wardy kindly bought me an ice cream, but I needn't have bothered: on the day after release, at 7:40 on a Saturday evening, the tiny screen hosting the film was half-empty.
As was the film, really: beautiful landscapes and sets (more than enough plane porn to keep me grinning) but light on plot. The trailers promised The True Story; for once, I rather wish they'd made it all up instead.
Hilary Swank was a convincing Amelia and very watchable, though she spent her frequent solo scenes acting with her teeth. Christopher Eccleston played a mad bastard very well, as usual (this time he was the brilliant-navigator-with-a-drink-problem)