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Saw The Transporter for the first time tonight, which is, admittedly, a little strange, given I watched its sequel last year.

The rules:

1. Never change the deal.
2. No names.
3. Never open the package.

The first act had the same frenetic pace I remember Transporter 2 having, but then it seemed to get bogged down in some sort of strange, vague, half-assed almost-romance between Jason Statham’s titular character and Shu Qi’s character.

Throw in a supposed double-cross that came out of nowhere (and went back there just as quickly) and a climactic action scene ripped off from (and done better in) Raiders of the Lost Ark, and it adds up to a rather disappointing movie.

My advice: Skip it, and queue up Transporter 2 instead.

Or, even better, watch Crank.