Liam Neeson’s geriaction-man reaches peak preposterousness as the third Taken movie sees no-one actually get taken. Instead, Bryan Mills talks to a stuffed panda, purposefully feeds his daughter laxatives to set up an illicit lavatorial rendezvous, and eventually solves the riddle of who killed his wife (and set him up in the process).
Megaton’s choppy editing barely disguises his star’s hatred of running, while a brutal 12A neutering lessens what limited fun remains in seeing Oskar Schindler creakily throw a Russian bad ‘un into some supermarket shelves. Less “very particular set of skills”, more A View To A Kill.
