If you’ve seen one Jason Statham movie, you’ve seen them all. “The Transporter”, “Crank”, all of them are pretty much the same. It’s 90 minutes of Statham running around with guns, driving really fast cars, snappin’ necks, and cashin’ checks. Well, then why do I get suckered in every single time? Is it because he’s British? Handsome? Has a chiseled physique? It’s really a mystery.
Last night during the Miami Heat and Cleveland Cavs game, I saw a trailer for “The Mechanic”. Until that point, I hadn’t even heard of this movie. Imagine my surprise to see Ben Foster, an actor who has shown some promise in “Alpha Dog”, “3:10 To Yuma, “The Messenger”, teamed up with Statham as an aspiring hit man. It’s also directed by Simon West, whose “Con Air” I actually find pseudo-enjoyable. See what has happened? I’m completely snookered in to another Statham flick.
This poster also helps. Very Bourne-ish. I get the feeling this movie may be a bit smarter than the typical brain dead Statham movie. Judging from the trailer, “The Mechancic” does fulfill the Statham contractual obligation that he must make out with at least one hot chick per film.