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Frank Martin (Statham) is a tough guy who's hurting inside. When his comely, married employer (Valletta) pays a late-night visit to his Miami cottage in search of sympathy and possibly carnal comfort, she tells him, "I feel so lost, so confused."
"Who isn't?" Martin commiserates.
Then again, this kick-butt action hero suffers so many beatings, though always giving better than he gets, that he's frequently hurting on the outside too. In a ludicrously plotted but flashy sequel to 2002's The Transporter, Martin must rescue a young boy from kidnappers intent on injecting the child with a deadly virus. This assignment requires Martin to drive cool cars at breakneck speed, dodge automatic-weapons fire and beat up a dozen opponents simultaneously using his crack martial arts skills, all while barely wrinkling his dapper suit and tie.
Statham is an appealing star, but Transporter 2 doesn't add up to much. The action scenes are so extravagantly preposterous that a viewer is more apt to guffaw than gasp. (PG-13)
