Once in a while even I am up for some nonsensical, pointless, cartoonish violence. Especially if there are mind-bogglingly attractive naughty schoolgirlish chicks with guns contained therein.
Honestly, I remember almost nothing about the first flick. I’m pretty sure I enjoyed it but I suspect the second blows it away for sheer tomfoolery.
There’s precious little to comment on. I hate overly pretty bad guys with silly accents. I dig Audis doing stunts that would reduce the General Lee to shredded steel and oil slicks. I hate distraught mother characters. I dig a brother whupping ass in a suit and tie.
Some critic said Statham ought to be considered as the next Bond. I heartily agree.