It's been about six years since Liam Neeson stopped campaigning for golden statuettes of bald men and started slugging bald foreign men with gold teeth, and Non-Stop
marks the eighth film in which this classical actor-turned-rugged elder statesman of action has been consumed by neck-punching. It's also the most colossally stupid film of his latter-day crusade against other men's throats. And as such, Non-Stop
is entertaining as all hell. Neeson stars as air marshal Bill Marks, an alcoholic with a dead daughter who, a few drinks into his day, boards a flight that's doomed for a fate only flights containing Liam Neeson can know. He gets a text from an unknown number saying that a passenger will be killed every 20 minutes unless the hijacker receives $150 million. All of the above sounds pretty stupid, but it's nowhere near as stupid as the movie itself. And yet director Jaume Collet-Serra—who directed Neeson's fists in Unknown
and helmed the awesomely stupid Orphan
—has some slick tricks up his sleeve. The film seems like a parody of itself, balancing claustrophobic tension and action like a slack-jawed Hitchcock homage. Neeson knows how ridiculous this shit is, and so does his director. This is trash cinema taken to wonderfully dumb heights.