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Action dominates Transporter-2 with a wafer-thin plot. It is visually satisfying, if one suspends disbelief, writes Ervell E. Menezes
TAKE an upwardly mobile and almost rich and famous young man Frank Billings (Matthew Modine) who doesn’t have much time for his wife Audrey (Amber Valletta) and young son and get the woman to be attracted to our hero/chauffeur Frank Martin (Jason Statham) and you have the makings of a love triangle in Transporter-2. But does that develop? Well, one has to wade through so much of crash-bang-karate-kick sequences to know it and by the time one comes to know it, it was not really worth waiting for anyway. The son is kidnapped by a Colombian cocaine cartel that is out to get Frank and Co who is attending a global meet. So hit men are sprinkled like mustard and deadly viruses are dished out aplenty. The key word is action. So from the opening shot when a group of thugs try to hijack Frank’s new car in the parking lot to the final curtains it is just action and more action. Kate Nauta makes her debut as the gun-spewing moll. Alexandra Jazzman as Jinni is one of the villains, but there is plenty of them, all evil-faced, fist-happy folk itching for a fight. And the camera zooms from land to water to sky, anywhere. Automobiles virtually fly making James Bond stunts of old look like Sunday school stuff. It is visually satiating, that is, if one suspends disbelief. The wafer-thin plot vanishes into insignificance. All you have is`85action, action, action, shades of the title Tora, Tora, Tora which means attack, attack, attack which was the Hollywood version of the Japanese attack on American base Pearl Harbour which brought the United States into World War II. But that at least was history. This is piffle, well-orchestrated piffle, like its earlier version. Transporter-2 is avoidable. Eminently so. |
