In Hidden Figures, we find the most inspiring story of aspiring women. But the narrative becomes slightly grounded with mission control drama and corny emphatic moments which evoke a feelgood rather than a fervent and profound cinematic atmosphere.

The character of these ladies in a time of gender and racial bias is heroic. Vaughn (Spencer), Johnson (Henson) and Jackson (Monae) spend the upward trajectory of the film finding their way around obstacles and offensive norms to have their voices heard and intelligence appreciated. Vaughn draws our biggest applause, marching up to the starched white shirts of the computing future with flair, confidence and instinct.

What goes up must come down and the descent of this film unfolds with an uncharacteristic public plea from Johnson, who we know did not seek publicity, just fairness and equality. This singular moment awakened Harrison (Costner) to the systemic biases tripping up NASA in the space race, really? And the typecast of Jim Parsons was irrelevant as he simply left the impression of a poor manager of people.

A gallant story alone cannot propel you to the final frontier of the Film Clas elite. Hidden Figures is a go for 3.32 napkins out of 5.