
Returning sans Statham, avec everything else, The Transporter: Refueled makes a poor case for rescuing this series from the scrapheap. As a whole, however, the three movies were a shoddy refurbishing of American gearhead actioneers into Euro-thriller jalopies. The first one had a fight scene where Jason Statham whirled around poles and through grease like a lethal Magic Mike the second featured cinema’s first aerial undercarriage bomb disposal the third contrived a reason to always keep Statham within 75 feet of the franchise’s real star, an Audi automobile.

Stripped and chopped for parts, the Transporter trilogy could be reassembled into a single solid (and undoubtedly short) action movie.
