Leonardo DiCaprio fans will be somewhat pleased to see him clean shaven in this film straight off the back of his role in Gangs Of New York. Set in the Sixties, he plays Frank Abagnale Jnr in this true story of Frank's teenage years, in which he became one of the world's most renowned fraudsters, cashing over $2million in fake cheques before his 21st birthday and posing as a pilot, doctor and lawyer, whilst keeping the FBI trailing behind.

On paper, the film looks great - a story that hits all the right notes. In fact, it looks so good, it could have been made up. Unfortunately on screen it may have been better if Steven Spielberg HAD made it up, as the movie lacks excitement and drama and is going down in my books as one big mistake. What should have been a fast flowing cat-and-mouse chase, with the highs and lows of your stomach on a bumpy sea ride, manoeuvres into two-and-a-half hours of drab mish-mash. In short, lots of netting and no fish.

The plot is all over the place and never allows you to understand how a 16-year-old school kid was able, not only to forge "perfect" cheques, but keep the FBI off his tracks for almost five years.

Having said that, what the film loses in credibility, it gains from Tom Hanks's bitter impersonation of Carl Hanratty, the FBI agent who kept on Frank's trail, and a superb supporting act from Christopher Walken, as Frank Abagnale Snr. As always, he glistens on screen, this time as a die hard romantic trying to recapture his youth through his son.

The film has a few light witty moments, which aren't enough from stopping it being a sore disappointment, to the point that by the end my favourite part was the Pink Panther-style opening credits.