Lola carries two Glock machine pistols and is forever giggling and ventilating simultaneously. Somehow a batch of Russians is involved, as is Gianni's screwball girlfriend Lola, who looks like she checked in from Stanley Kubrick's Droogs-R-Us milk bar in the next block. Everything they do involves at least 30 extras and half the guns in Miami (each extra carries about nine). In any event, it turns out that some very bad folks, fronted by a charismatic bad guy named Gianni (played by Alessandro Gassman), want to kidnap the boy, then use him as leverage for another, larger, far more destructive plot. Since DEA is headquartered in Washington, that part didn't really make much sense. Jack's dad (Matthew Modine) seems to be the head of the DEA. In this one - the plot seems stolen from "Man on Fire" - he's signed on to deliver young Jack Billings (Hunter Clary) to and from school in posh Miami every day. The movies necessarily, therefore, involve large amounts of driving, fighting and shooting. He is very good at delivering things, especially when certain people don't want those things delivered. Statham again plays Frank Martin, a former special operations trooper who now delivers things for a living. This film repeats but amplifies, or rather inflates, the formula of its predecessor, "Transporter." It's blown up so big and bright it's like a world's fair combined with an auto show and a square dance. He's an Englishman - balding, lithe, focused - discovered by director Guy Ritchie, who cast him in "Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels" and "Snatch," and now he's doing better than Ritchie. Statham isn't the best thing in "Transporter 2" he's essentially the only thing. "It" is a movie thing, and Jason Statham, star of the otherwise low-IQ, sub-13-year-old fantasy "Transporter 2," has got "it." When he drives a car from the 18th floor of one building to the 10th floor of another building (and he didn't even know the second building was there he took it on faith) or declines kissing a woman so beautiful it'll make your gums ache or double-scissors-kicks two large men with necks the diameter of bridge cable and makes you believe it, that's "it." Out here in the real world, there is no "it." Idon't know what "it" is, but I know who's got "it" and who doesn't.
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