I actually thought that sometimes including the Challenger launch made the tie to heroism more literal than it needed to be, but it was the foundation for what brought all these characters together.
The story gets lost in a bit of a meandering funk, and the style is a touch self-conscious, much as it was in Levine's horror debut, All the Boys Love Mandy Lane.
The soundtrack is a nostalgist's dream – Wu-Tang Clan, Biggie Smalls and DJ Jazzy Jeff take us back to a very particular moment, as do the movie's embarrassingly recognisable clothes, the graffiti, the furniture.
Even the sun-bleached cinematography – which verges on try-hard – wants to capture the dirty, smoggy feel of the city in the year Rudy Giuliani became mayor.
But the Peck/Kingsley double act is often a riot, a series of amusing masculine riffs and negotiations, kicking off with Kingsley's Squires trading therapy time for wacky backy.
The disc has a brief making-of in which Sir Ben, above, looks pretty mad with his hair extensions, but you have to admire his commitment to such an ambling, personal movie.
Their stories were the most moving, and most disturbing, I think.