My last two Netflix movies were Transporter 3 and Death Race, which I will now review for you.

Jason Statham is totally yummy, the end.

What, that doesn’t count as a review?  FINE.

Transporter 3 – I really, really enjoyed it.  This did not come as a surprise though, because I am remarkably easy to please when it comes to action movies.  (Something that will become even more obvious shortly.)  It adhered to the usual recipe for success:  Car chases, check.  Explosions, check.  Awesomely choreographed fight scenes, check.  Gorgeous European scenery, check.  Incredibly sexy male star, check check CHECK.  *drools*

N was put off by the female lead but I thought she was very cute and I LOVED her hair.  LOVED.  But to get back to my point, the action was exciting and the plot wasn’t too thin.  I thought it was much better than the first two Transporter movies.  In fact, I may buy this one.  But not the first two, if for no other reason than because it will annoy the living hell out of my anal-retentive OCD husband.

And then, there was Death Race.  Um, hmmm.  Not nearly as good as Transporter 3 (and the Sexiness Factor was not even in the ballpark), but not anywhere close to being the worst movie I’ve ever seen.  It was watchable, and somewhat engaging I suppose, but let’s be honest here.  I have no cinematic standards at all and can watch (and enjoy) just about anything.  It wasn’t nearly as bad as Crank, but few things are.  Crank was pretty terrible.   (Please, please do not get me started on the fact that they made a sequel to such a piece of crap.  And even worse than that is the fact that I will undoubtedly end up watching the sequel, because clearly I have A Serious Problem.  Send help.)

ANYHOW, if you like gratuitous blood and gore, and cheesy dialogue, and movies that are clearly ripping off plotlines from other movies, then Death Race fits the bill.  Or, you know, if you’re me and will watch anything with a fast car.  And Jason Statham.