The Transporter: Refueled Review - AVClub

AVClub: Can stupid be an aesthetic? The Transporter: Refueled, the Jason Statham-less fourth entry in EuropaCorp’s signature franchise, may be the hands-down dumbest movie of the year—an unnecessarily convoluted chase-heist-product-placement flick that climaxes with the hero flying feet-first off of a jet ski and straight into the passenger seat of the villain’s G-Class Mercedes. By this point, of course, suit-and-tie-clad courier Frank Martin has already fended off goons with a medieval battle ax, blown up an Audi with a self-destruct remote that proceeded to also self-destruct, impersonated a doctor, and gotten away from the cops by driving his car up a jetway and straight through a terminal, blending into the sparse taxi traffic of an airport arrivals lane as though it were no big deal.

The story is too old to be commented.