Non-Stop is well made. There are all sorts of tightly packed frames and jangly close-ups and that omnipresent hum of engines and a pressurized cabin to make you claustrophobic. The fights when they come are head-rocking. But there are some amazingly dumb moments—speeches that made me wince in embarrassment. And the final revelations are as clunky as the action is fluid.
I don’t know if it’s too soon for a skyjacking B-movie that explicitly invokes 9/11. But [Liam] Neeson adds the emotional credibility that puts Non-Stop over. Even when his lines are amazingly dumb, his presence is amazingly eloquent.