Yesterday, Jason and I headed to the Meridian 16 downtown to see The Transporter 2. This time around, Frank Martin is doing a favor and driving the son of the U.S.
drug czar to and from school in Miami. A routine job turns into mayhem though when the Columbian cocaine cartels hire a bad guy to kidnap the kid in order to derail an upcoming conference on cooperaiton in the drug war. Now, normally Jason is the person criticizing me for not suspending disbelief. In this case, our roles were reversed. See, this movie is just so over the top unbelievable that it's enjoyable. For instance, Frank Martin has a bomb attached to the undercarriage of his car at one point. In order to remove the bomb, he launches his car into the air spinning it in the process. While in the air and spun so the bottom of the car is facing outward, he clips a crane so that the hook of the crane snags the bomb and pulls it off the bottom of the car. Which he then lands.
And that, I think, is all I need to say about the movie.