In the French Mediterranean, an ex-commando (Jason Statham) has a niche business; he delivers "hot" packages for unsavory sorts. His unwavering code of business stipulates "no names" and "never look in the package," but one day when the large duffle bag stuffed into the trunk of his jacked-up BMW starts wiggling, he peeks inside and finds a comely woman bound and gagged.

This, of course, leads to a hodgepodge of gunplay, chopsocky madness, and fun and games with a rocket launcher. Behind it all is something to do with the flesh trade and people suffocating in a shipping container, but the plot is just an excuse for Statham (a former Olympic diver who has appeared in several Guy Ritchie films) to flex his pecs, kick ass in an oil slick, and take part in a road hijacking sequence lifted from The Raiders of the Lost Ark. He looks the part, but The Transporter, directed by fight choreographer Corey Yuen under the obvious influence of writer/producer Luc Besson (La Femme Nikita), will leave you unmoved. (92 minutes)