Transporter 3

Let’s address the most important questions people have about Transporter 3. Yes, Jason Statham kicks some booty. Yes, he takes off his shirt many many times. Do you really need anything else from this review?

Jason Statham is back as Frank Martin, but he doesn’t want to be The Transporter anymore (unless the deal to make Transporter 4 includes $20 million and he gets to keep the suit). After recommending someone else for a job offered by the cryptic and, obviously, evil Mr. Johnson (Robert Kneppper), Martin soon discovers his pal has failed, and he gets abducted. Our hero wakes up without a shirt, but with a strange metal bracelet on his wrist that will blow him up if he gets more than 75 feet away from his car. Now, he’s stuck driving all the way to Odessa with Valentina (Natalya Rudakova) - a hot, redheaded Ukranian babe (because we all have our crosses to bear).

Who is the babe?

Can The Transporter make it all the way to Odessa with so many people trying to interfere?

What does this Johnson dude wish to accomplish?

Transporter 3 is one of those movies that isn’t good, isn’t trying to be and doesn’t have a fan base demanding it. If you want action, stuff blowing up and a man driving a car in the same crazy manner as Bo and Luke Duke, Transporter 3 is your movie. As the saying goes, it is what it is.

Statham is just as great as always as he becomes a one man machine of destruction showing more charisma than the movie deserves and taking part is some fun and exciting fight scenes. However, you don’t have much else to get excited about. The dialogue is dreadful and Rudakova will not make anyone think she is going to replace Meryl Streep any time soon.

Transporter 3 is rated PG-13 for sequences of intense action and violence, some sexual content and drug material.