Not having seen the first two Transporter movies, I can’t comment on whether Transporter III is better or worse than they are; I suspect it’s more of the same.
Balding thug Jason Statham plays a balding thug with exceptional martial-arts skills whose stock in trade is transporting things or people for various criminal overlords. In this case it’s a woman who has to be schlepped across Europe. Technically, that’s a spoiler, but if you can’t see the revelation coming from the first appearance of the woman in question then you’re blind and deaf.
The film is efficient action, with a few decent thrills. In the best fight scene Statham dispenses with a team of heavies by using various items of clothing, so that by the end of it he has largely undressed. This would be more amusing if he ended up entirely naked, but as it is we have to make do with a rack of abdominals; if you miss them, don’t worry, they’ll come round again. Naturally, he doesn’t sustain so much as a bruise.
At least the good guys are European and the baddies are American, for a change, but then French writer-director Luc Besson co-scripted — if that’s the right word. Certainly, Statham isn’t given much to say beyond laconic he-man clichés, though I daresay they do the job. Transporter III is okay for a quiet night when you want some mindless skop, skiet en donner on DVD.