Let's be honest 2015 was a bad year for action films. If you're a film critic give yourself a well-deserved pat on the back. You deserve it. The action genre is already waning when it comes to inventiveness and The Transporter Refuelled is brain dead on arrival.
If you can find any substance amongst the ongoing drastic levels of violence then you're doing better than most and me. The smallest thread of a plot is this, Frank Martin an ex-special ops mercenary is referred to as The Transporter. Ed Skrein does his best, but he can't even live up to Jason Statham's level of standards. He delivers packages to people; on time and with no questions asked. When one day he gets an unusual request to transport a couple of blonde bombshells. Naturally, he refuses. But when his father's life is on the line he doesn't have a choice.
Not too long ago I completed a review on George Miller's action masterpiece Mad Max: Fury Road. I stated what was wrong with the modern action film and what Fury Road did right. Everything in The Transporter Refuelled is plain wrong and defines why action cinema is losing its appeal with well-versed film buffs.
The characters are a disposable mess. I need someone to connect with on an emotional level during the set pieces. If the film makers fail for me to do so, then they are shooting themselves in the foot. I end up becoming distracted and the action becomes a mess of "sound and fury signifying nothing" which describes The Transporter Refuelled's worth, nothing. This review doesn't need to be any longer, neither does the film, even though it runs at a measly ninety six minutes. But after viewers have spent this brief time with The Transporter Refuelled they will be begging for it to end or for someone to execute them Transporter style instead.
D+
If you can find any substance amongst the ongoing drastic levels of violence then you're doing better than most and me. The smallest thread of a plot is this, Frank Martin an ex-special ops mercenary is referred to as The Transporter. Ed Skrein does his best, but he can't even live up to Jason Statham's level of standards. He delivers packages to people; on time and with no questions asked. When one day he gets an unusual request to transport a couple of blonde bombshells. Naturally, he refuses. But when his father's life is on the line he doesn't have a choice.
Not too long ago I completed a review on George Miller's action masterpiece Mad Max: Fury Road. I stated what was wrong with the modern action film and what Fury Road did right. Everything in The Transporter Refuelled is plain wrong and defines why action cinema is losing its appeal with well-versed film buffs.
The characters are a disposable mess. I need someone to connect with on an emotional level during the set pieces. If the film makers fail for me to do so, then they are shooting themselves in the foot. I end up becoming distracted and the action becomes a mess of "sound and fury signifying nothing" which describes The Transporter Refuelled's worth, nothing. This review doesn't need to be any longer, neither does the film, even though it runs at a measly ninety six minutes. But after viewers have spent this brief time with The Transporter Refuelled they will be begging for it to end or for someone to execute them Transporter style instead.
D+