The title NONSTOP alerts the viewer that on this flight you need to put your brain on automatic pilot.
John Richardson and Christopher Roach wrote this incredibly hackneyed screenplay whereby plane flight-allergic air marshall Bill Marks - contrastingly convincingly played by Liam Neeson - goes on an NY-London flight as air marshall. Whoe there! He has been fired from the force, how could he get into the aircraft with a pistol? Or has he been fired? Flight captain Linus Roache and eye candy stewardess Michelle Dockery seem to recognize and accept him readily enough. One curiosity that had my antennae up: from the start Marks has had shady characters approach him with questions and dope. It the start of NONSTOP BS.
The fact is that the entire system, including TV and computer networks at airports and in the aircraft, is against him and publicly blackballs his good name as if he could not sue them.
Another incoherent detail: Julianne Moore, a great thespian, is given a rather marginal role as the woman Marks trusts implicitly after she witnesses his fear of flying and patiently pats his paws.
Marks admits, however, that he has taken drugs and that he needs money. Alas, he is not the sole dirty copper on this flight: there is another whose first action is to offer a barbiturate to poor Marks, who has recently had his daughter "taken" (remember TAKEN 1, 2, 3, 4, 5?) by leucemia and, seemingly in answer to his prayers - even if he says nothing religious or remotely God-fearing in the entire flick - suddenly he gets a cool $150 million in his bank account.
The Roach who wrote the script is partnered by Linus Roache as the too trusting and affable flight captain who ends up poisoned: with so many roaches you have to expect rubbish, and that is what the waywardly motivated characters bring to the movie... in spades. It amounts to insult to any median intelligence - which is a pity coz the fight sequences are well choreographed and shot.
Besides the CGI, the single best thing about this flick is the immensely beautiful Michelle Dockery. Neeson performs credibly enough, but it was the elegant Dockery of the exquisite facial features and delightful legs that I wanted to see again and again, complete with her lovely British accent.
John Richardson and Christopher Roach wrote this incredibly hackneyed screenplay whereby plane flight-allergic air marshall Bill Marks - contrastingly convincingly played by Liam Neeson - goes on an NY-London flight as air marshall. Whoe there! He has been fired from the force, how could he get into the aircraft with a pistol? Or has he been fired? Flight captain Linus Roache and eye candy stewardess Michelle Dockery seem to recognize and accept him readily enough. One curiosity that had my antennae up: from the start Marks has had shady characters approach him with questions and dope. It the start of NONSTOP BS.
The fact is that the entire system, including TV and computer networks at airports and in the aircraft, is against him and publicly blackballs his good name as if he could not sue them.
Another incoherent detail: Julianne Moore, a great thespian, is given a rather marginal role as the woman Marks trusts implicitly after she witnesses his fear of flying and patiently pats his paws.
Marks admits, however, that he has taken drugs and that he needs money. Alas, he is not the sole dirty copper on this flight: there is another whose first action is to offer a barbiturate to poor Marks, who has recently had his daughter "taken" (remember TAKEN 1, 2, 3, 4, 5?) by leucemia and, seemingly in answer to his prayers - even if he says nothing religious or remotely God-fearing in the entire flick - suddenly he gets a cool $150 million in his bank account.
The Roach who wrote the script is partnered by Linus Roache as the too trusting and affable flight captain who ends up poisoned: with so many roaches you have to expect rubbish, and that is what the waywardly motivated characters bring to the movie... in spades. It amounts to insult to any median intelligence - which is a pity coz the fight sequences are well choreographed and shot.
Besides the CGI, the single best thing about this flick is the immensely beautiful Michelle Dockery. Neeson performs credibly enough, but it was the elegant Dockery of the exquisite facial features and delightful legs that I wanted to see again and again, complete with her lovely British accent.