A bogglingly pinheaded melodrama, a breviary of bad writing, a berserk pipeorgan of banalities, cliches, Neanderthal imagination, and psychopathic leerings. This story fails. An escaped convict masquerades as a priest and, as he's settling down in a big DC-8, some loony Vietnam vets-turned-bank-robbers suddenly hit the plane, shoot dozens of passengers at random, and hold the plane hostage--without flying anywhere. This is very unlikely, and credibility sags further when a sexy babe--Dallas--is revealed as the hijackers' ringleader. The priestly criminal thinks she is ""sensual,"" and she has an eye for him, but he falls for a virtuous passenger, Stella. Stella? Dallas? Stella Dallas? Cheap fantasy and all thumbs.