The Transporter Refueled

Frank Martin (Ed Skrein) is The Transporter, a man who’ll drive anything anywhere: for a price. So being hired as a getaway driver for a group of sex workers looking to get out of the prostitution racket by robbing their enslavers blind (and maybe killing them in the process) is all part of the job. Only this time, they’ve kidnapped his dad (Ray Stevenson) to keep him in line, and Frank doesn’t like that one bit.
To get the bad news out of the way first, a Transporter movie without former star Jason Statham is blasphemy and Skrein (previously seen briefly in Game of Thrones) is merely okay in this franchise reboot. Fortunately, everything else is perfect: the eurotrash baddies are extra-sleazy, Stevenson is loads of fun as the up-for-anything dad, the car chases are ridiculous (at one stage a car jumps up into an airport boarding gate then races through the building) and the fight scenes are more about martial arts showboating than blood and gore: Frank ends one fight by leaping off a speeding jet ski and kicking a bad guy in the head – while he’s driving a car. If you like your action hilariously over-the-top, this is the best film of the year.
Reviewed by Anthony Morris