It feels like a test run for a better Jason Statham movie.īut now, a confession: When the first Transporter movie opened in 2002, I didn’t care for it. But without the unifying, stone-faced mask of Statham, who somehow managed to combine total commitment with a certain above-it-all charm, it doesn’t really hold together. As usual, the film somehow disarms you with its obvious, in-your-face stupidity - it makes Furious 7 look like The Hurt Locker. And a banking website that will not only transfer millions instantaneously but will also conveniently tell you when someone else has just logged onto your account and where exactly on your evil yacht they’re hiding. Oh, oh, and then there’s a scene where he flies a Jet Ski onto the sand and then leaps off it and in through the window of another moving vehicle. (And if you thought Jurassic World had a women-running-in-heels problem, wait till you get a load of this one.) There’s also a scene where Frank steps out of his moving car and then kicks the shit out of a bunch of other goons (or maybe they’re the same ones, I honestly couldn’t tell) while the car continues to roll. And an obligatory club scene, where our heroines gyrate on the dance floor and then rob some dirtbag pimps while Frank kicks the shit out of a bunch of goons with, first, a power cable, then a set of wooden drawers, and finally a couple of lead pipes. And a scene where he drives his car through a jet bridge and into a passenger terminal at an airport. are both in cahoots (and in bed) with Anna and her gang.Īnyway, there’s a scene where Frank (who never carries a gun) beats the shit out of a bunch of guys with a shopping bag. Junior, all he knows - but he still somehow manages to get his ass kidnapped twice in this movie.) Soon enough, though, Franks Sr. (Dad’s a loyal, effective spy who taught Frank, a.k.a. Anna wants Frank to be a getaway driver, which is not what he does so to compel him, she kidnaps his father (Ray Stevenson), who has just retired from a job in British intelligence. The story concerns Frank being hired by Anna (Loan Chabanol), a beautiful ex-prostitute who heads a quartet of beautiful prostitutes exacting elaborate, bloody revenge on the men who’ve been exploiting them for years. This time out, mysterious transporter Frank Taylor - he drives secret, high-value merchandise from place to place in his slick Audi, no questions asked - is played by the younger British actor Ed Skrein, who has Statham’s raspy voice but little of his stone-faced presence he’s a pretty boy, not a bruiser. Maybe the faint vestige of his spirit is all that’s needed: The new film gets by to some extent on the good will carried over from the earlier films, and most of that good will was due to the now-absent star. #TRANSPORTER MOVIE SERIES#Statham, as some may already know, departed the series over a contract dispute they wanted to make more movies and pay him less, so he (rightly) bailed. You might even chuckle contentedly at its knowing silliness - that’s sort of what this low-rent franchise is here for - but you’ll also miss Jason Statham, whose deadpan self-awareness somehow legitimized the ridiculousness of the previous films. The Transporter: Refueled is stupid, stupid, stupid - and it certainly knows it.
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