At this point in his career, I have decided that it is both easier and more entertaining to pretend that Liam Neeson no longer makes standalone movies. Instead – and I really urge you to do the same thing – I like to view every new film he makes as simply the latest episode of a long-running series about a hapless man called Liam Neeson who just absolutely stinks at looking after his children for a single day without any of them being plunged into mortal danger.
The series starts with Liam Neeson’s daughter getting kidnapped (Taken), before his wife gets kidnapped (Taken 2), he’s falsely accused of murder (Taken 3), he’s trapped on a plane where people die every 20 minutes (Non-Stop), his son is killed (Cold Pursuit), and then he visits the arctic for a nice relaxing break, only to end up being forced into a situation where he has to murder a bunch of wolves with some bottles taped to his fists (The Grey). Oh, Liam Neeson! However will they suffer next?
