There's one good reason to see this film.Steven Segal, poster boy for wooden acting, bites it in the first half hour. That, for me, was worth the price of admission alone.
The rest of the movie, following the demise of Segal (he gets sucked out of a jet, rather spectacularly. Rewind, watch again...), falls quickly into would-be action movie formula. Terrorists. Nerve gas. Plane. Certain doom, unless a ragtag group of mercenaries/special forces people (are there any other covert teams that AREN'T ragtag?) can save us all.
In short, Arab terrorists have nerve gas on a plane that's going to cross into U.S. airspace and cause damage unless the aformentioned ragtags can stop him. They sneak onto the plane (as inconspicuously as a group of heavily armed commandos can, I guess) and try to disarm the nerve gas bomb thing and take out the terrorists.
Nothing new here, although Kurt Russell turns in a decent performance, considering how little he has to work with. The always dependable, late J.T. Walsh is only moderately smarmy. Halle Berry is fine, although working next to Marla Maples makes her look like the greatest actress in the world. OK turns from John Leguizamo and Oliver "My Hair Is Really Greasy" Platt.
I've seen worse action films. But they all don't have Segal dying.See it to watch Segal die. Then go rent True Lies or something.