A high-flying workaholic lawyer (Harrison Ford) is shot during the least convincing convenience store hold-up in movie history. With serious brain damage he’s forced to piece together his past, and doesn’t like everything he finds. Think Liar Liar with the magic spell replaced by a serious brain injury.

This isn’t the first film about the evils of the legal profession, whether that’s Robert Downey Jr’s unscrupulous defence lawyer in The Judge or Al Pacino’s literal embodiment of Satan in The Devil’s Advocate. In fact lawyers have got something of a raw deal – where are all the films about the evils of estate agents, plastic surgeons or drive time radio hosts?

Ford is not the most obvious choice for a character who spends most of the film recovering from debilitating injuries, but he does an excellent job, as does Annette Benning as his unfortunate wife who feels like a socialite Elizabeth Warren. And the lawyerly aspects aren’t as heavy handed as they could be, with the JJ Abrams-penned tale focusing more on the injury and its aftermath than painting a caricature of its main character’s chosen career.

It’s mostly well directed, albeit in a very 90s style with a score that sounds so dated it’s hard to believe it was written by Hans Zimmer. And there are a lot of genuinely nice and heartfelt scenes, including Henry’s recovery with unorthodox therapist Bradley (Bill Nunn) and his re-connection with his stinking rich family.  The final verdict? A touching morality tale which makes a strong case for itself.