Hijack

The Architecture of Panic

I miss the days when a thriller could just be a thriller. For a long time, the television landscape has been bogged down by prestige dramas that insist on being "about trauma" when they really just want to show you people running with guns. Hijack does not bother with that kind of pretense. Created by George Kay and Jim Field Smith, the Apple TV+ series is a straight-up, unapologetically pulpy homage to the 90s action cinema of Passenger 57 and Air Force One. It uses a real-time format that immediately begs comparison to 24, stretching a seven-hour flight from Dubai to London (and later, a tense Berlin train commute) across its episodic run. I was not entirely sure the gimmick would hold up. (Seven hours is a long time to keep an audience trapped in a pressurized metal tube.) Yet somehow, it works, functioning as a highly effective anxiety machine that runs almost entirely on the fumes of its lead actor's charisma.



The machinery of the show relies on a very particular subversion of the action hero archetype. Idris Elba plays Sam Nelson, a corporate acquisitions negotiator who happens to be on a doomed flight home to his estranged wife. We have spent two decades watching Elba play imposing figures who dominate the room — from the calculating menace of Stringer Bell to the explosive, trench-coat-wearing fury of John Luther. Here, he has to shrink himself. He is a towering guy crammed into a tiny aisle seat, and he spends the first few hours of the crisis actively avoiding heroics. He does not punch his way into the cockpit. Instead, he uses his deep, resonant register to talk the hijackers down, pitching himself as an ally of convenience. Notice the way Elba holds his shoulders in those early interactions with the lead hijacker, Stuart (Neil Maskell). His posture is completely non-threatening, his hands visible, his voice pitched just low enough to force the volatile gunman to lean in and listen. It is a masterclass in using stillness as a weapon.