Firstly, a pedantic note: while that phrase makes for a nice bit of cinematic wordplay, this film really should be called ‘Fight On Flight’. Because this is a plot with a joyfully silly high-concept premise, which essentially allows for 90 minutes of brawling at 30,000 feet. The film begins, as if to emphasise this point, with a frantic montage of airborne violence: a meal trolley shoved into someone’s crotch, an Uzi disarmed by a dropkick, and a chainsaw merrily thrown into Economy class. And that’s in the first two minutes.

Then we flash back to 12 hours earlier. Some sort of shady quasi-governmental organisation is tracking a “blackhat terrorist” known only as The Ghost. He is, we’re told in mile-a-minute exposition, an über-hacker, who has crashed the Gdp of multiple countries and “destroyed Yemen’s oil reserves”. This mysterious organisation tracking The Ghost — whose true nature is only revealed late...