Sometimes I imagine crawling into the brain of a typical Hollywood screenwriter... you know... just to see what the fuck they're thinking. But I'm deathly afraid that, if I were to peer inside the minds behind Non-Stop? I'd see a deep, endless abyss from which there can be no escape. However! Deep inside that bottomless pit of despair, there might be a tiny speck of light. Maybe it would be... the face of Liam Neeson! And he would say, "Come in! Come in! I'm Liam Neeson! Seriously, how terrible could this movie be?" As it turns out? So terrible.