Coming to a cinema-adjacent shop near you and guaranteed to make a Splash is beloved Hollywood everyman Tom Hanks’ debut novel. Sticking to the old adage of ‘write what you know’, he sets his tale amongst the lights of Tinseltown, following the life cycle of a movie from source material, through development hell, to the myriad joys and irritations of the shoot itself.

The film in question is a Marvel-esque superhero caper, with a weighty subplot involving the legacy and trauma of war – less Thor: Ragnarok, more Captain America: The Winter Soldier. Along the way, we meet a drifter haunted by his role in WW2 and an insufferable cad of a leading man, and finally, get an answer to that age-old question: what do movie producers actually do? Absolutely everything, it turns out.

In the age of streamers and binging Netflix on your phone, Hanks provides a touching and timely love letter to the big screen, celebrating the ability of film to transport us out of our overpriced cinema seats and into a world where the clothes are always flattering, the hair perfectly coiffed and everyone gets to feel like a superhero until the credits roll.