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And in case we are unable to grasp the “cleverness” of what the women are doing - such as all dressing alike and wearing the same wigs so as to be indistinguishable on CCTV - there are characters standing around waiting to explain these finer details for us. They are all able to stroll into any place that should be insanely secure and do what they like. is a former covert operative who must have been terrible at his job: nefarious types get the drop on him not once but twice here.) This campaign ends up relying on the fact that, it seems, absolutely nowhere in the French Riviera has any decent security: not banks, not hospitals, not airports. And then Frank is forced to continue help them in what turns out to be an ongoing campaign against the mobster because they have kidnapped his father and threaten to kill him if Frank doesn’t do what they want.

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This is the car for the driver who demands to leave as much vehicular carnage and injury to innocent bystanders in his wake as possible.” It’s not a sexy sell.įrank “The Transporter” Martin’s job this time - though he doesn’t know this when he accepts it, because it is his ridiculously dumbass policy to not ask any questions - is to be the getaway driver for a quartet of hookers who are robbing their Eastern European gangster boss (Radivoje Bukvic: Run All Night, A Good Day to Die Hard) of all his ill-gotten millions.

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Director Camille Delamarre ( Brick Mansions) - a protege of Luc Besson, at whose feet we can lay the blame for the existence of this series - may be happy to let his camera make love to the multiple cars of said brand that slink across the screen in a way that makes you to expect to then hear of a limited-time low-APR offer, no down payment required, but I’m mystified as to why any respectable automotive company would want its product associated with mass urban mayhem. Which is extra ironic here, because Refuelled is little more than one long ad for a luxury car brand that I won’t mention unless they want to pay me for it to appear here. Skrein can barely manage to look plausible as “that guy you can just barely make out behind the wheel” in any given car commercial. Yet here we are, Statham wisely nowhere in sight and his replacement, living underwear mannequin Ed Skrein ( Game of Thrones, The Sweeney) apparently doing his best to demonstrate to even Statham skeptics (like me) that the Stath actually does have some charisma and some personality. The Jason Statham-as-a-badass-chauffeur action franchise was not demanding another installment the first three films did only moderately well at the box office, and likely only off Statham’s popularity anyway. Very often a disaster so disgusting that, its endless 90-plus minutes later, I was in desperate need of a shower to get the ick off me. There isn’t a single level on which this cheap, crass reboot/sequel/whatever-the-hell operates that isn’t a disaster.

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