Continuing in a filmic trend (see Hostel et al.) that's rather too easily attributable to America's current sense of being under siege, Taken cuts the crap of bothering to set the scene of the foreign and dangerous by having a couple of teenage girls abducted into slavery the moment they step off the LAX-Paris flight. Unfortunately one of them has Liam Neeson for a dad, and, wavering accent to the contrary, he's a former U.S. government 'preventer'. All the unshaven Albanian and Iranian rent-a-thugs in Paris have therefore signed their own death warrants in one fell swoop. From there on, Dad alternates between Jason Bourne and The Hulk, cutting a righteously relentless swathe through the hordes standing between him and the 'Daddy, I love you' scene. There are a few nice touches of spy trickery, but the one gadget the film fails to provide is a bodycount meter in the corner of the screen. Apparently Luc Besson shared scriptwriting duties. Maybe he was the one with the photocopier.
4/10
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