Let me just start off by saying I love Liam Neeson. I think he is an extremely talented and wildly underrated actor. Plus, I always attributed his personal tragedy (wife Natasha Richardson was killed in a skiing accident in 2009) as a contributing factor to his shift in genre preference. The guy went from Kinsey and Schindler’s List to The A-Team and Taken 2 (and 3). Then, I saw an interview with Neeson last week, where he all but told Anderson Cooper that if there were a $10-million paycheck in it, he’d make the movie. His window as an action star was closing and he intended to milk it for every dime. I’m paraphrasing, of course. Well, that certainly explains things. Like a linebacker who has been traded from the Seahawks to the Texans, he’s just playing out his contract until retirement. So, Non-Stop

Honestly, if I could tell you the plot, I would. Neeson plays an air marshal on an international flight, in which a bad guy is threatening to kill a passenger every 20 minutes until he gets $150 million. On a side note, I’m fairly certain I could be a Xanax and two bloodies into an international flight and still crack this case (They’re on a plane, not wandering the Titanic). At this point, it almost feels like the writers thought that the audience might not notice the fundamental absurdity of the premise if they continued to pile on the nonsense. So they do. There are drugs, hackers, terrorists, bombs and--perhaps the most offensive element of allNeeson’s character smokes in the lavatory, twice. Sorry, I draw the line.

This movie is a complete and utter waste of time. Not even the talents of Neeson and Julianne Moore can redeem it. On another side note, I think Neeson and Moore should date. They make an attractive couple. You almost can imagine them whispering between takes, Let’s just get our paychecks and get the hell out of here. Talk about crash and burn. It’s a 4.