Ok. What do you call a guy who drives his own bullet proof luxury car to drive other people and their stuff from one place to another:
Transporter. Or so we have to believe. Anyway, the term Crazy is more applicable to the bank robbers who hired this guy as their getaway. I mean who has the time or energy to focus on anything but their core competence. So let’s just rob the bank, and let transporter take care of the ride part.
Anyway, our transporter guy is much more than just a glorified driver. He lives by the rules, except whenever he breaks one of his rules, you have a new movie release to cover it. Now in transporter II, we know of his usual ‘special forces’ past… yawn… but how did he finance that car of his! And the car insurance?
So here is the French guy, who hounded him in first movie, only to become his friend and visit him in America in the second. He gets himself arrested, makes police his friend, sleeps in the police station and feeds transporter with computer data when not making sandwiches… err exotic French dishes.
Alrighty, all said and done, the guy has some kick ass quality to him. The balding head is neatly made up as closely cropped, and with a hissing deep voice and slight brood, he kicks bad asses and also uncovers the plot like Sherlock Holmes. The second movie seemed better than first, with better story over all.
I am waiting for Transporter III, keep driving…