In this third crack at John Godey’s 1973 novel about the hijacking of a New York City subway, Scott imposes his signature stylistic grab bag of spastic random zooms, machine-gun editing, bleary slow motion, and other assorted forms of needless visual assault on what is already an exciting, nervy premise. There is rarely a moment in the film that Scott doesn’t pour on the overkill, and when he lets the camera rest for a moment or holds on a shot for longer than a few seconds, it is a relief that allows you to slip back into the tension without being smacked upside the head by it. (Starplex 16, Waco, TX)