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first, let's get something straight: I hate Luc Besson. He's trash to me. But it's my watching of "The Transporter" the other day, which I'm sure y'all know he wrote and executive-produced, that gave me the idea of this post.
I'm not familiar with (the director) Corey Yuen's oeuvre, but I would guess, from his track record, that he is the one to praise for the (masterful) choreography of the fight scenes in that movie. And I thought it was positively hilarious that the blame for everything else could be put squarely on Besson's chubby shoulders. All the following elements can be found, in one way or another, in his filmography:
- the cheesy, anal fascination for the big blue sea (the scene when Jason Statham saves the heroin by taking her on a nice little scuba-diving escapade...I had to laugh out loud at the way it came from nowhere) - the love for kitschy, trippy, 80s sounding music (the "Big Blue" reject theme he used for the aforementioned scene added to the hilarity) - the simplistic, new age hippie sentimentalism - the taciturn, mysterious, Male Super-Hero - but most of all (and this is linked to my previous point): the not-too-subtle homoeroticism (if you need proof, just remember the oil fight scene, with a Bruce-Willisesque shirtless Jason Statham)
I couldn't stop laughing.
p.s.: even with the fight scenes, I most probably wouldn't've watched the whole thing had it been shot near Santa Monica, instead of the south of France
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