Watching this movie, I was thinking: Wow, this is like The Transporter. It's like somebody got together a bunch of stylized actors who can't act at all and who barely speak English, but they look cool, and their lack of speaking skills won't be recognized in most of the world. It really sucks, but the nifty choreography is what most viewers are going to remember, so people are going to say that it's pretty good. Which it isn't. At all.
Surprise, surprise, the screenplay of this piece of dreck was same as The Transporter.
Yet, the fight scenes *were* well-choreographed and filmed (much more seamlessly than The Transporter, actually, and other movies have offended my delicate sensibilities much more than this turd. And, on the bright side, when the big, ripped black man appeared out of nowhere to gratuitously rip off his shirt (in an obvious desperate ploy to expand the film's demographic)... well, I haven't laughed so vigorously at the screen since that dagger nearly pierced Tom Cruise's eye in Mission Impossible II. Rated 8. (I'd give it an 8+, but on principal I just can't bring myself to associate a "plus" with this film.)
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