The truth is he has been involved in murky arms deals in places like Medellín and Fallujah. Now he is retiring - or at least he thinks he is - with a paltry 790 Euros a month to live on, clearly too little to sustain his taste for the odd 900 euro bottle of wine. Then Frank heads off to meet his dad, Frank senior, who believes he has fooled his son into thinking that he spent most of his adult career selling Evian water.
Not on your nelly - The Transporter Refueled has got a 15a cert so it will be swift on its route into the story, introducing us to Frank Martin (Ed Skrein) and his funky-looking car, as he does impressive things with the key fob before rendering a gang of thieves unconscious with some swift Jujitsu-type moves. Hold off on whatever you are about to give us and focus a while on sapphire sea, blinding sand, gently-waving palm trees, daiquiris in frozen glasses. Now don’t we all just perk up and sit up straight when we see a movie which announces its location as “the French Riviera?” Let the camera pan happily up and down the coast for a few minutes.
Ah, overhead shots of sea, sand and loungers.
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