Transporter 2 Review: This is the very definition of a ‘guilty pleasure’

Mercenary Frank Martin (Jason Statham) has accepted a job that seems easy enough. As chauffeur and bodyguard to young Jack (Hunter Clary), son of crusading politician Jefferson Billings (Matthew Modine).

The problem is that Billings is crusading against an international drug cartel. So they retaliate by kidnapping Jack and infecting him with a deadly and highly contagious virus. Responsible for the boy, Frank must reclaim him and then find an antidote before scores of innocents are strick.

This critique should avoid a certain two-word descriptive phrase, on account of it being just too obvious. That’s fair enough, but by Christ it’s hard to resist when confronted with this seriously screwy sugar-rush of a sequel. Which takes a deranged pride in featuring action scenes by Armani, acting by Millets.

A great henchman in Lola. Played with relish by Kate Nauta who spends the majority of the movie in her underwear firing guns. With this ring I thee wed…

Whether it’s delivering lines like. “Jack’s been infected by a deadly virus” with a straight face or genuinely excelling at the physical side. Jason Statham — that rarest of things, a convincing British action hero — establishes himself as a cult figure for anyone who loves a little bit of cheesy deadpan to go with their cheesy deep-pan. As such, Transporter 2 (Nguoi Van Chuyen 2) is the very definition of a ‘guilty pleasure’. So dammit! So close…

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