Plot
In the south of France, former special-ops mercenary Frank Martin enters into a game of chess with a femme-fatale and her three sidekicks who are looking for revenge against a sinister Russian kingpin.
Release Year: 2015
Rating: 4.2/10 (631 voted)
Critic's Score: /100
Director: Camille Delamarre
Stars: Ed Skrein, Loan Chabanol, Ray Stevenson
Storyline
Frank Martin, played by newcomer Ed Skrein, a former special-ops mercenary, is now living a less perilous life - or so he thinks - transporting classified packages for questionable people. When Frank's father (Ray Stevenson) pays him a visit in the south of France, their father-son bonding weekend takes a turn for the worse when Frank is engaged by a cunning femme-fatale, Anna (Loan Chabanol), and her three seductive sidekicks to orchestrate the bank heist of the century. Frank must use his covert expertise and knowledge of fast cars, fast driving and fast women to outrun a sinister Russian kingpin, and worse than that, he is thrust into a dangerous game of chess with a team of gorgeous women out for revenge. From the producers of LUCY and the TAKEN trilogy, THE TRANSPORTER REFUELED is a fresh personification of the iconic role of Frank Martin, that launches the high-octane franchise into the present-day and introduces it to the next generation of thrill-seekers.
Writers: Adam Cooper, Bill Collage
Cast: Ed Skrein -
Frank Martin
Ray Stevenson -
Frank Senior
Loan Chabanol -
Anna
Gabriella Wright -
Gina
Tatiana Pajkovic -
Maria
Wenxia Yu -
Qiao
Radivoje Bukvic -
Arkady Karasov
Noémie Lenoir -
Maissa
Yuri Kolokolnikov -
Yuri
Lenn Kudrjawizki -
Leo Imasova
Samir Guesmi -
Inspector Bectaoui
Anatole Taubman -
Stanislas Turgin
Robbie Nock -
Co-pilot Air Yuri
Michael Morris -
Captain Guesdon
Nash Novcic -
Ivan
Trivia:
In the film, Anna forces Frank to bring down human traffickers. In the original film, Frank goes up against slave traders that are a illegally smuggling people from China into France. See more »
User Review
Author:
Rating: 2/10
One man's trash, another man's treasure and all that, scavengers
rummaging through garbage are always optimistic about finding something
of value. Not here. Before I begin to hack this film to pieces (to find
anything of value of course), let's start with an old school adage –
Point blame at someone and there's always three fingers pointing back
at you. In relating that saying to this fourth installment of The
Transporter franchise, as long as cinema goers are dumb enough to pay
hard earned money to watch just about anything, then absolute junk will
be recycled over and over again. For The Transporter Refueled, that's
just the outer layer of decomposition.
With none of the cast and crew from the previous films, Refueled runs
on fumes even before it goes into first gear. Replacing Jason Statham
as the titular protagonist, Ed Skrein's Frank Martin often says "buckle
up". Problem is, the film doesn't budge past the first gear and neither
does the Audi A8 that replaces the BMW 7-series, the Mercedes S-class
or the Lamborghini Murciélago from the previous films. Very early in
the film, the Audi does a cool trick until it immediately dawns on you
that a Pontiac Trans Am called "Kitt" did this trick over thirty years
ago. And while the previous films were an exhibition of brawn over
brain, this pathetic excuse of an action film has neither, nor does it
seem to care. Somewhere between an elaborate plan where prostitutes
revolt against their pimps, the so called action consists of
hand-to-hand combat and three car chases. Blink and you'll miss the
third chase – Martin on a jetski versus the villain in a Mercedes
G-class…on land! Equally cringe worthy is the father-son bonding (Ray
Stevens as Martin's dad) which is as effective as securing a square peg
in a round hole. Dig deeper and you'll find that Refueled is not only
poorly scripted, acted and directed to such an appalling extent, it's
very making is a blatant insult to anyone paying to watch this film.
But if you do watch this garbage, don't say I didn't warn you.
If you can sit through it, the stench of vomit lasts about 90 minutes.
Unfortunately, cinemas don't come with barf bags like airplanes do, so
passing your popcorn bucket to the next person is the only way viewers
can relieve themselves of nausea. On the positive side, it must be
noted that there's hope for film school rejects. If anything, Refueled
is a classic example that any Tom, Dick and Harriet can make a movie. I
can just imagine the hiring notice for the fifth film - Apply within,
no skill required.
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