Taxi 3 (2003)
Directed by Gérard Krawczyk

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).

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...