It's right up there with Punxsutawney Phil, the Super Bowl and MLK Day. At the start of every year, either in January or February, it seems a new Liam Neeson beat-'em-up lands in theaters with all the subtlety of an IED. It's become a moviegoing ritual of sorts, a touchstone of cinematic reliability in a world often seeming to be reeling into chaos, to see a vengeful Neeson dispensing rough justice to a baker's assortment of hoods, ruffians and, in one case, wolves. This year is no exception with "The Commuter," opening Friday, pitting Neeson as all that stands between order and anarchy on an urban train. In reality, there isn't such a Neeson film at the start of every year but it definitely does feel that way.