Yeesh. Talk about a generic PG-13 action movie. While this was way more entertaining than The Transporter, it was also much less tolerable. Ridiculously predictable fight scenes and corny lines abounded, and in typical PG-13 fashion there was maybe a collective fluid ounce of blood spilled in the entire movie. Action movies are allowed to be unrealistic, but only when realism is sacrificed for awesomeness or badassery. That's not the case here, as Jason Statham plays a run-of-the-mill hero who, despite being targeted by gunmen consistently, never fires a shot himself. The bad guys were absolute cliches, speaking in Russian-accented English all film, even to one another. There was even a stereotypical "don't fuck with me" chick who wore way too much makeup and next to no clothing. She was turned on by gunfire and kept trying to make out with both her baddie boss and Jason Statham. (But no sex - it's PG-13, kids.) What can I say? I wanted this movie to be more enjoyable than the first Transporter, and it was. It just wasn't any good. Here's hoping (but doubting) that the third one manages to impress me.
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