Since its unexpected success, Taken and its gruff-voiced hero have been imitated and endlessly parodied. The stunt sequences lag in energy and the screenplay doesn’t pick up pace until the first 40 minutes or so. For an action endeavour, it is completely lacking in kinetic thrills. It’s hard to say if director Megaton intended the irony, but the same is true of this dead-in-the-water movie. Here, Neeson looks as though he’d rather be somewhere else.Įarly in the film, Mills is chastised by Kim for being predictable. In the first film, when Mills went on a murderous rampage to find his daughter, his urgency was believable. The fatigue of powering through bald-headed baddies in two different continents shows. By now, Neeson is starting to resemble an old workhorse. Mills sets off in hot pursuit of some shady eastern European/Russian thugs (who else is there really in the Taken universe?) while being chased down by a cop by Franck Dotzler (a twitchy Whitaker, oddly occupied with rubberbands). One morning, Mills receives a text from Lenore to meet him at his home with bagels and the problems pile up: His ex-wife is dead and Mills is accused of her murder. Lenore (Janssen), his ex-wife, is now a good friend and married to Russian businessman Stuart St John (a sleepwalking Scott). Hard-nosed special agent appears to be living the swinging life of an unattached senior citizen - he runs, he golfs with his buddies and buys his grown-up daughter Kim (Grace) stuffed pandas. When this anodyne third installment of the popular franchise kicks off, Neeson’s Poor Bryan Mills, the man can’t even have his bagels in peace.
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