I got this finished mid-week sometime, and probably should have written about it then, when it was fresh, but meh...
In summary: ex-CIA double-hard bastard is trying to make amends with his semi-estranged daughter and divorced wife, after choosing his job over his family. Against his better (or just paranoid?) judgement, he lets his daughter go to Paris, where she quickly gets preyed upon by Eastern European women traffickers. Fortunately she was on the phone to her dad at the time of abduction, so he could set off in hot pursuit with a 4 day window to find her or give up hope. And so begins a rampage across Paris with a mild dose of betrayal from an old friend.
It's a great premise for a good action movie, and that is what it delivers, although I found the direction in some of the action to suffer from what I call the Bourne syndrome: camera too close, too shakey and cutting too fast, to leave you feeling slightly motion sick and incapable of telling WTF is going on.
However, pick at the surface and you find it doesn't go very deep. For instance, why would a trained agent set out in pursuit of a car on foot? It's just by chance that their paths intersect again later. Similarly, at the end, his daughter, despite being through a hugely traumatic ordeal, is instantly back to happy-go-lucky mall-rat at the end of the film with not a psycological hiccup to be seen. And no doubt other instances that I forget of action-hero luck winning over solid tactics.
Taken vs Man on Fire: Taken gets going quicker and is more relentless once it does get going. However, it is a much shallower experience, with minimal emotional connection to the characters and a meagre tip of the hat to reality. Man on Fire is more the thinking man's film, but Taken gives a good, if disposable, action experience.
I'll definitely be checking the sequel
