The filmmaking is playful without feeling jokey, the narrative stuffed with fun complications.
Neeson, who brings enormous conviction to these late-career action roles, moves his big body through confined spaces ... with so much power that you expect him to rip out the seats.
Anyone planning to see Non-Stop should probably just go see it. This is one of those near-perfect, peeled-onion, airplane-hijacking thrillers in which each removed layer brings you closer to a single, happy tear.
Why demand logic of an action movie released in February, when audiences just want a nice, bumpy ride?
It's all fairly entertaining and eminently disposable.
The problem is that Non-Stop tries to be something it's not. It has one too many scenes that border on ludicrous, and the big reveal barely makes sense.
Neeson is such an eloquent hunk of Irish melancholy that he gives everything he does - snapping a neck or taking a drink of water - a classical gravitas.
"Non-Stop" spends so much time trying to outwit the audience it ends up outwitting itself.
Non-Stop gets increasingly far-fetched as the jet makes its way across the Atlantic.