Taxi 3 (2003) - film review

Buddies Emilien and Daniel are so wrapped up in themselves that they fail to realise they are soon destined to become fathers.  Whilst Daniel continues to soup up his already ultra-souped-up taxi, Emilien is preoccupied with a band of crooks who disguise themselves as Father Christmases.  The latter are planning a daring bank robbery in Marseilles, with the help of a young Japanese woman who has managed to wheedle her way into the confidence of Commissioner Gilbert…

As is often the way with a series of sequels to an initially successful film, there comes a point at which you have to stop watching and accept that the magic and value of the original film has been well and truly depleted.  This point has unquestionably been passed with Taxi 3, the third shoddy instalment in the increasingly tedious Luc Besson produced Taxi series.  The freshness, energy and sense of innocent fun of the first film has given way to tired, predictable action stunts and offensive, totally unfunny jokes revolving around racial stereotypes, oral sex and misogynistic stereotyping of women.  It’s derivative, adolescent comic book hash of the worst kind, and deserves to be given a very, very wide berth.  The film’s only saving grace is the assurance it offers that Sylvester Stallone will never be cast as James Bond (thanks to a silly, and totally irrelevant, pre-credits sequence).

© James Travers 2005

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