The Fugitive (1993)

Richard Kimble is the worst fugitive in movie history. He survives a train plowing into his prison bus, dyes his hair, and then sneaks back into a crowded Chicago hospital to fix a kid’s chart, because being wanted by the U.S. Marshals apparently doesn’t cancel his shift. You’ll love him for it. Harrison Ford plays Kimble scared and sweaty, a man who stays alive by thinking one step faster than everybody else. Tommy Lee Jones plays the marshal on his trail like he hasn’t slept since the Carter years, barking orders at a team that clearly adores him. The leap from the dam still makes a whole room gasp. The real letdown is the scheme behind the frame job, a corporate plot so tidy it deflates the final act. It landed an A+ CinemaScore and $368.9 million worldwide. An 8.8 because two stubborn men chasing each other across a city never gets old. $3,357 says you yell "I didn’t do it" the next time somebody asks who finished the leftovers, and nobody cares.

What works: Harrison Ford’s frantic, clever lead, Tommy Lee Jones’ dry authority, and set pieces like the train crash and the dam jump that still hold up.

What doesn’t: The corporate conspiracy behind the frame job is flat, and the final hotel showdown can’t match the chase that came before it.

Who it’s for: Anyone who loves a pure chase movie, and people convinced the marshal deserves top billing.