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A bad destination should at least follow a pretty fun trip.

Non-Stop, Liam Neeson’s latest in his now-branded line of action thrillers opens in wide release this week. Director Jaume Collet-Serra’s airplane mystery/thriller is full of redundant twists that ultimately lands in an unsatisfying spot.

Bill Marks is a Federal Air Marshall with enough demons to fill a 747. He drinks, he’s left a failed marriage, he lost his daughter to cancer, and he’s generally just a bad guy. All that and he’s kind of afraid to fly.

Onboard an overseas flight to London, Marks is intent on getting his job over with as soon as he can and just get home. Things don’t go simply for Marks when receives a text message on his secure line from a terrorist threatening to kill a passenger ever 20 minutes unless he receives $150 Million in a bank account.

Marks enlists the help of a stewardess (Michelle Dockery) and a passenger (Julianne Moore) to help track down the killer before he can claim his first victim. As time winds down; however, suddenly Marks becomes his own chief suspect as the terrorist’s plan is not as simple as it first appears.

Non-Stop sets up a very interesting premise. Our supposed hero may actually be the antagonist of the piece and as every 20 minutes passes, the identity of the killer becomes more ambiguous as Marks looks less like a hero and more like the lout we first meet.

There’s so many ways the movie could allow its premise to unfold, but the path it takes is a herky-jerky one that fails to heighten or create any real twists. After the terrorist claims his first victim, it seems that there are going to be no rules for this thriller, but then it just lies flat.

The film finds nothing new to milk from its premise after about a half-hour. Instead, it just jerks the audience around for an hour for a bumpy ride to an ultimately lame and unsatisfying conclusion.

Painting a frustrating mystery is fine if the final reveal provides a satisfaction that makes the turbulent ride worthwhile, but the conclusion of Non-Stop is laughable at best and maddening at worst. This is a film that frustrates with the promise of a worthwhile explanation and just crash lands into a pit of nonsense.

The characters beyond Marks are just as rich as anonymous passengers on your next flight. Nobody is given much depth beyond glaring at their potential hijacker and the writers resort to monologues for characters to uncover any internal depth. Even Marks doesn’t reveal himself through what the story shows up: He resorts to a speech in order to confirm just how bad of a guy he really is.

Non-Stop should not have ended up a disaster. The elements are in place for a taut thriller with an interesting anti-hero and enough ambiguity to make anything impossible.

Instead, the film fails to ascend past its initial altitude and just go round in circles until it runs out of fuel.

It really might be the flight from Hell.