Chinese movies: you can’t understand a word anyone says in them, yet you watch them for their hours of joyful violence. The same is true with "The Transporter," directed by Cory Yuen. Yuen’s past as an action choreographer in both American and Chinese movies is painfully clear in this film. With a story that is more style than substance and a leading man who is more a tough guy stereotype than an actor, there is no other reason to watch The Transporter than to lose yourself in some good old Chinese-style violence.

The film centers around Frank Martin (Jason Statham) who is a “transporter” of goods, whatever they may be, with no questions asked. The “transporter” is a silent and oddly punctual type of criminal, who, oddly enough, works by three cardinal rules: 1) Never change the deal. 2) No names. 3) Never ever look in the package. On a seemingly routine transport, and early on in the movie, Frank breaks one of his oh-so-important rules: he looks in the package. And what does he find? An embarrassingly beautiful young Asian woman named Lai (Shu Qui), bound and gagged of course. This inevitably gets Frank in deep trouble with the freaky bad guy played scarily well by Matt Schulze.

Next thing you know cars are erupting, houses are blowing up, and the body count inevitably rises, all in a giant conspiracy to smuggle slave labor out of China. Despite the trauma of an odd and over-stylized plot and what essentially amounts to an hour of needless violence, I recommend this movie if you just have nothing better to do.