Rule Number One: Don't Watch Transporter 2.
March 5, 2006
After stupidly, stupidly purchasing this DVD, I was compelled to write this review.
And I am not in the movie-review writing business.
That's how bad it was.
These memories absolutely must
be burned out.
...Whiskey better bring it's A-game
tonight.
The original Transporter was all
right. In a goofy way, it was kind of refreshing. The
stunts and fighting were over the top, the acting was hokey, the plot
silly.
--But it was all done on purpose, or so it seemed, with that kind
of in-your-face, “yeah,
action films are meant to be crap” kind of vibe
to it. It was all about seeing the
protagonist kick some ass; and
Since Jason Statham has a cool English accent and can
Thai box,
the movie didn’t need to do a whole lot else.
To sum it up as best I
can, the fight scenes were cool (at the very least, somewhat
innovative), and as a whole, the movie was at least good at
sucking.
With Transporter 2, it seems the
goal was to not only make it suck, but to make it suck at sucking.
It literally goes down the
checklist of what shitty action flicks are made of, and hits so
many of
them, there’s not enough room to squeegee in even a spider fart of
charm.
In this movie, you will find:
As you
can see, the only things missing from this film are Chuck Norris and Ludicrous
Speed. And they tried to get Chuck Norris, but he was busy making
stuffed bell peppers
and couldn’t come to the
phone.
This film will have you feeling like Keanu Reeves in a
bookstore…totally lost.
This film actually made more sense when I played
it in fast reverse while listening to
Primus.
I mean, this film
had a fight scene in it, on an airplane, that looked a scene from the
movie Airplane!
2 minutes before end credits, I completely,
wholeheartedly expected to see David
Carradine pop onto the
screen while masturbating and command, “more cowbell!”
I can’t
say much more about this film without losing all bowel control and will to
live.