Transporter 3 (7/10)
by Tony Medley
Run Time 100 Minutes.
Anybody who doesnít know
what theyíre getting when they enter the theater for this movie canít
complain. Youíre getting Jason Statham driving a car and vanquishing
hordes of armed bad guys with martial arts, all without working up a
sweat. If thatís not your cup of tea, stay away. But if it is your cup
of tea, this doesnít need any honey to make it palatable. But, if it
did, itís got its honey in the person of Natalya Rudakova, who is a
honey if I ever saw one.
As fans know, Frank Martin
(Stathan) is a driver with amazing skills in martial arts. Here he is
recruited to work for the bad guy, Johnson (Robert Knepper) to drive
Valentina (Rudakova) from Marseilles to Russia. There is something to do
with a contract Valentinaís father is being blackmailed to sign and some
ships with toxic waste in them whose relevance seemed obscure. But the
twist is that both Frank and Valentina are wearing bracelet bombs that
will blow them to smithereens if they venture 75 feet from Frankís car.
Statham captures Martinís
devil-may-care attitude much better than Daniel Craig does for James
Bond, so this movie is a lot of fun. The fights are ridiculous, but
thatís par for the course in all these martial arts movies. At least
Stathan shows heís hardly serious about it all.
There are some pretty good
car chases and stunts, all ludicrous, but what I really appreciated is
the way director Olivier Megaton (the third director in three tries for
the Transporter series) choreographs them, with such quick cuts that the
unbelievable moves and results are just too quick for the eye to
transmit for the brain to comprehend. So they are over quickly and we
arenít left much time to ponder how Frank could really overcome 12 armed
This is a silly film, but
all martial arts films are silly. What sets this apart is that it
doesnít take itself seriously for even a nanosecond.
November 27, 2008