In spirit if not quite execution, The Transporter 3 is the equal of its predecessors, offering up the same goofy over-the-top martial arts and vehicular madness that has become the series’ signature (and which I’ve finally embraced). There’s nothing quite as ridiculous as the Transporter 2 sight of stone-faced wheelman Frank Martin (Jason Statham) removing a bomb from the undercarriage of his Audi by flipping it midair and knocking the device off with a nearby crane hook. Still, there’s plenty of silliness to this third outing, helmed by Olivier Megaton (whose ludicrous last name alone makes him a perfect fit for the franchise) with careening velocity and muscular precision, as well as enough edits to make one’s eyes burn. The plot involves Frank being forced to transport a human package, Natalya Rudakova’s Ukrainian redhead, to Odessa, a mission complicated by a bracelet slapped on his wrist that will turn him into an exploding man if he strays too far from his car. The underlying reason for his task has to do with a villain’s (Robert Knepper) efforts to blackmail a politician over anti-pollution legislation, but really, that’s all beside the point –Transporter 3 exists only so that one can witness Frank outmaneuver pursuing baddies on the road, and dispatch hordes of anonymous goons with his fists and feet. As such, the film delivers what it promises, highlighted by the oft-shirtless Frank taking down foes with the aid of his tie and belt, as well as another sequence in which he chases down his stolen car (so as not to blow up) on a dirt bike, with Statham’s unflappable no-nonsense demeanor a perfect complement to his outrageously cartoonish superheroics.