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From its first impossibly chrome-shiny underground parking lot set piece—between eponymous über-driver Frank Martin (Jason Statham) and some cartoon baddies amid gleaming retrofitted Beemers—The Transporter 2 proudly announces itself as the smartish man’s dumb pleasure. Producer/Euro-action kingpin Luc Besson’s late summer line is the epitome of his Tex Avery-meets-Bond-meets-Hong Kong action ethos, a series of ephedra-injected action sequences put in motion by Frank’s (Jason Statham) efforts to stop a Colombian bad guy (Alessandro Gassman) from letting loose a retrovirus on an international drug control conference in Miami. Throw in an endangered kid (Hunter Clary) and hot mom-in-distress (Amber Valletta), The Transporter’s comedy-relief French police chief (François Berléand), action bits involving jet skis flown onto expressways and the like, and voilà. But what would a Besson actioner be without a Femme Nikita? T2 offers Kate Nauta, playing an impossibly fit assassin in a ripped see-through baby-doll dress, pumps, perma-sneer, and dual blazing Glocks. Nauta is quite a, um, presence, and the movie she is in is an embarrassment of giggles.

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