
Writer-director Boaz Yakin has the right stuff to make the pieces fit into some semblance of logic, if not always believability. It's not a bad story by any means and it serves the adventure aspects in ways that are often giddily agreeable. Ditto the cops, with whom it turns out he has some lingering bad business. Sensing the chance for redemption, he starts cracking heads and cracking wise with the Chinese and the Russians.
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Wandering Manhattan in self-imposed internal exile, he's a homeless, depressive loner on the verge of suicide, until he accidentally stumbles into all this safe business by crossing paths with Mei in a moment of preposterous movie coincidence. Luke went down hard after not taking a fall for the Russians, and he's lost his family as a result. The common thread in all this is, of course, Jason Statham, who plays Luke, a disgraced mixed martial arts champ with a chip on his shoulder because he's now living life as a chump. The mayor's involved as well, along with his mysterious aide, who has a stake in all the above-mentioned parties and who proves to be the figure to bring the plot points into focus. Then there's the corrupt squad of elite New York City police department goons who only want money, and after they find out there's a lot of it in said safe, they join the chase too. There's also the Russian mafia, desperate for the long string of numbers locked in Mei's head, which is later revealed to be the combination of an actual safe. There's the Chinese triad mob that has kidnapped and is exploiting a little girl named Mei (Catherine Chan), a hard-nosed cutie with a photographic memory she's literally a human safe. And there are plenty of bad guys to go around. But by all means do expect a flat-out fun-times thriller, with all the bone-crunching stunts and nimbly executed action sequences we've come to expect from the bald British bulldog, whose steely eyes and no-quarter attitude lays bad guys to waste wherever he wanders.
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Special Features:ĭon't expect a Jason Statham franchise starter à la the Transporter series from Safe. Over the course of one harrowing night Luke snaps back to life and tears through the city’s underworld. When the Russian mafia and a group of corrupt cops also launch a plan to kidnap Mei, it’s clear she holds the key to something deeply dangerous and these men will stop at nothing to get it. Mei (Catherine Chan), a 10-year-old mathematical prodigy, is abducted by Triad gangsters wanting to use her unique ability to memorise a secret code. Destitute and living alone on the streets of New York, Luke has given up hope….until a chance meeting with a young girl changes everything. To be clear, Jason Statham is not Steve McQueen, but Jason Statham's movies have made a billion dollars, and there are good reasons why.When ex-Government agent Luke Wright (Jason Statham) exposes the Russian mafia for rigging an illegal fight, they seek revenge on his family and threaten to kill anyone close to him. And likely for the same motives: a realistic and grown-up acceptance of their own not very considerable thespian limits, and a taste for high-impact expressive minimalism in performance, the currency of pure movie stars, not of actors per se. I can easily picture Statham going through his scripts line by line with a red pencil, like McQueen always did, and reducing five windy sentences to their punchy seven-word essence. He has learned Steve McQueen's lessons well: less is always more. Like a true movie loner, he is taciturnity embodied. Thus he remains in essence a man alone in everything he does, bathed in the poignancy of solitude even as he cracks heads and sprays lead. Rarely is he emotionally attached or partnered up in ways that affect the narrative. Intriguingly, Statham reads onscreen as sexually ambiguous, an omnisexual fetish-object-of-beauty for all persuasions and proclivities, much as David Beckham sometimes seemed in his high tide. Perhaps that's because his ego seems so much more secure than that of an overcompensating Napoleonic homunculus like Sly Stallone or a bone-deep narcissist like Bruce Willis, let alone a has-been/never-was such as Dolph Lundgren. Statham, however, manages to stand out from – or perhaps just to appear measurably less preposterous than – his co-stars even in a testosterone-heavy cast like The Expendables. So why do I find myself not resenting him for it? After all, I have cursed at Nicolas Cage over many a long hot summer release schedule for his unwillingness to make anything but the same high-calorie, low-protein, additive- and preservative-filled action-movie trash, year in and year out.
