THE TRANSPORTER

 

 

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Another day, another dollar. Minus taxes from your federal government which brings my motto to 'Another day, another my baby daddy.' After another two month absence, my creative juices have begun to flow again under this sea of fall movie crap that we have been having to endure. I mean, did you really think I'd do a review on Sweet Home Alabama?

 

Our 'Is he a man or is he French?' movie this week is The Transporter a.k.a. 'Le Transportier Du France' le Fighteo un Kick Moi Ass' starring Jason Statham as Frank Martin, a.k.a. The Transporter, a.k.a. 'Le Transportier Du France' le Fighteo un Kick Moi Ass'. Strange how the character's name and the movie title's name seem similar...Our superhero type good guy is accompanied by soft porn Taiwanese actress Qi Shu or Hsu Chi, depending on who she's banging at the time. If you've seen Jackie Chan's Gorgeous, then you'll know who she is. If you have not seen it, then you should have because it is a Jackie Chan film. Minus the horrible Jackie movie The Tuxedo of course, which I will not talk about here but I seem to be doing anyways. The other cast is not worth mentioning because I have never seen them before, and or, they are French. The Transporter was directed by Corey Yuen, a man who seems to have directed every Jet Li movie every made and every non Jet Li movie ever made. Is this good, or is this bad? I don't know. I don't have the answer for that.

 

The Transporter's plot is simple. Frank lives in France after retiring from the military. He delivers packages to people he does not know in his beefed up BMW. He also does not know what he is delivering. You see, he has three rules:

  1. Never change the terms of the deal.
  2. Never say names.
  3. Never look at the package.

 

So what happens? All 3 rules somehow, in someway, manage to get broken within the first 30 minutes leading to fight scenes, bullets, explosions, and French accents. This leaves us sitting in our seats and throwing our arms up in disbelief as we shout, "Why couldn't we just watch this guy deliver packages for ninety minutes?" Amazing. I also have 3 rules that I tend to live my life by:

  1. Never change the terms of our agreement to sleep together even if you didn't agree to it in the first place.
  2. Never say names. There's no reason to ruin a perfectly good romantic moment with all of this 'Get to know each other' crap.
  3. Always look at my package.

 

Corey Yuen manages to serve up a hot plate of martial arts chow mien and car chasing fortune cookie action. The pace doesn't slow down in The Transporter. If it did, the audience would realize they are watching a movie that takes place in France and would get up and walk out. Some of the action suffers from the usual MTV mindset of "If we edit the hell out of a 2 minute fight scene, it could look like he's doing some real damage!!". Jason Statham has actual on screen charisma which carries the weaker points of this film. Some of the dialogue, plot points, and music just don't work. But I blame that more on a Hong Kong director who is trying too hard to infuse the Hong Kong style of action with the crappy non Hong Kong script that was given to him. Statham looks to be able to fill in Bruce Willis' role as the next almost bald action hero. Which we need since Bruce left his balls with Demi and they're probably still packed in a suitcase somewhere under Demi's bed next to her silicone refilling bags and audio tape of her agent telling her that Striptease will boost her career. Boy, I like to wander, don't I?

 

If it's one thing you will learn from this film is that it will follow the typical formula for bad guy etiquette. I have decided to break down the simple rules present in this film that you need to follow if your goal in life is to be a bad guy:

  1. Get a corporate discount at The Men's Warehouse. All bad guys must be able to wear dark colored suits with black, no collared shirts underneath. This will ensure the audience that the person they are seeing on the big screen and in real life is indeed a bad guy.
  2. All bad guys must have some sort of facial hair. Whether it be the gruffy sailor or N'Sync look you're craving, you will be letting people know that facial hair means "I'm a bad guy. Because I don't have time to shave unless it's a triple bladed aloe stripped razor with scented conditioning lotion."
  3. Learn a martial arts stance. Every bad guy must learn a classic martial arts stance before getting his ass handed to him by a good guy who learned martial arts from someone other than Ralph Macchio.
  4. Don't speak. Speaking to the good guy will only make you look dumber and will waste time. Talk only to distract your good guy if other bad guys are creeping up from behind. Take your martial arts stance and stare maniacally at your opponent. Don't worry. Your backup will be coming soon.
  5. Learn to shoot. Most of the time the bad guys manage to miss when unloading a fully automatic machine gun into our good guy's vicinity. Though the lessons won't do you much good. As we all know, bad guys in shows and movies that take place in the future cannot shoot worth a hill of beans either. So you're pretty much screwed in that category. But other than that, take the tips I've given you and watch your career as a criminal skyrocket!

 

The Transporter is good action fun for the fall season slowdown. It won't bore you but it won't thrill you to death either. It entertains you and that's what going to the movies is all about. But since I am an honest to goodness straight shooting movie reviewer, I must rate the movie as I see fit. Otherwise I would be cheating my loving readers. And cheating isn't fair. Unless you're a bad guy.

 

My rating:

 

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