Film Review
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).
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Film Synopsis
With Christmas rapidly approaching, Marseille taxi driver Daniel is busy
with his favourite pastime, souping up his already over-souped taxi to make
it go even faster. Meanwhile, his cop buddy Emilien is chasing after
a gang of crooks disguised as Father Christmases whilst his superior, Superintendent
Gilbert, succumbs to the obvious charms of his latest intern, an attractive
Japanese girl. Little does Gilbert know that his cute Japanese doll
is actually in league with the Santa-suited crooks, who intend pulling off
the most spectacular bank robbery the city has ever seen. Luckily,
Emilien can count on the support of his friend Daniel and his turbo-charged
taxi...
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