What’s James Bond doing here as a blond-white beefcake, and redneck to boot? It takes a gulp and a little intake of breath to calm that sense of dissonance. And so the fun starts. Nothing in this film is at it seems.

That moment in Ocean’s Twelve when Matt Damon is picked up from a jail by an FBI agent and you realise the ‘FBI agent’ is his mom? Logan Lucky is a succession of those neat surprises. Eventually. Logan Lucky is a slow burner, and Soderbergh directs magisterially – setting up the story at his own pace. It starts as a bit of a shaggy dog story then speeds up towards the end, picking up multiple strands into a rather satisfying conclusion. It all pays off.

You’re on a barrel roll, on a wild plane ride with a pilot playing fast and loose.  American Made is that plane ride, and Tom Cruise is the pilot.  That engaging and somewhat reckless Tom Cruise we  know from his early film, Risky Business – wide-eyed grin, ever so slightly amoral, and irrepressibly charming.  He’s back.