If nothing else, this reboot of the Transporter franchise should do wonders for Audi sales, not to mention car safety. Every passenger who sets foot in the tricked-out, gleaming German automobile driven by the titular character is immediately ordered to fasten their seat belt. It’s sound advice, because The Transporter Refueled is a cinematic bumpy ride.

There’s some father-son bonding as both Franks get romantically involved (well, almost) with two of the femme fatales as they strive to bring the villains to justice in an adrenaline-charged thrill ride. The ladies are as lovely as the French Riviera. Stevenson is a treat to watch, Skrein is, well, ho hum. Umm, let me just say he grows on you.

While on the outside, it seems like a feminist story, the fact is that it is an extremely sexist film. The scenery of the film is filled with women who practically wear nothing but high heels. All this is, of course, done under the garb of showing ‘the brutality of the sex trade’. They are constantly presented as eye candy and are in constant need of help from the protagonist and his father.