The Transporter

The Transporter (2002): Well, everyone needs to watch a UK-Fu/Multi-Cultural/French chase movie once in a while and this epic must do for now. We have Jason Statham, as a retired UK Special Forces commando living in France who gets mixed up with Asian crooks and ingénues while speeding and UK-Fu-ing (British Kung-Fu) his way across France.
It seems he is one terrific BMW driver and enhances his pension with a little marginally legal cartage using his beemer. He has rules and finally breaks one, which causes the basic plot of the movie to unfold. To really appreciate this movie requires one to disconnect one’s higher brain functions or the plot holes may start to build into a roaring migraine. However, if one sits back, lets the old eyes glaze over and just enjoys the stunts and the Fu, one can have a pleasant afternoon.

His cartage business must have been a roaring success because he lives in a rather pricey pad right on the water and it ain’t the ‘Redneck Riviera’ either. In spite of all this couch potato living in the BMW, he also is an expert Kung Fu-ifier, a crack shot, strong as several bulls, and mild mannered to boot (well, not too mild mannered). He does have a bit of a problem with complex grammar but who’s going to argue with him on that? There are several well choreographed dance sequences…er excuse me….fight scenes, lots of fast and slow driving, RPG’s, and wire guided missiles so things do pop along. This is not too bad for its genre. The movie is rated PG-13 for: multiple house destruction, fratricide, ineffectual guided missiles, oil wrestling, bus abuse, truck abuse, BMW abuse, flying feet, and for excessive lying by the ingénue.