The fourth in what seemed the most unlikeliest of film franchises, Fast & Furious revs up to the big screen one more time, reuniting the core original cast for what is arguably the most winning instalment yet.
The story at the centre of this homecoming picks up five years after Dominic Toretto (lost action hero Vin Diesel) drove off into the sunset at the climax of the first flick. Leading a fugitive existence on the lam with bonnie partner-in-crime Letty (Michelle Rodriguez), Dom drifts through life with the authorities never more than an inch behind every turn.
But when the tragic murder of someone he loves brings him back to L.A., his path crosses once more with that of Brian O’Conner (the Keanu-alike Paul Walker), the cop that came closest to bringing him down. Forced into an uneasy alliance thanks to their shared enemy, Brian and Dom must speedily learn to work together and forget past feuds in order to infiltrate the drug “driving” cartel that claimed the life of one member of their de facto family.
The thing with this film is you have to accept it for what it is. You have to get on board for the drive, be a willing (brainless) passenger, not back seat drive and try to tell it where you want it to go. Fast & Furious is total trash. But as total trash goes this is tops.
Everyone here is in fifth gear. Especially Diesel, a man born (and named) to play a petrolhead if ever there was one. Bringing his A-game to this fan-favourite character that he only seems to reserve for Toretto and his other on-screen alter-ego Riddick, Diesel is all ripped guns, gravel-gargling voice, simmering intensity, underlying emotions and pithy put-downs: the definition of a man’s man and the perfect figurehead for such a Boy’s Own adventure. It’s good to have the real Vin standing up again.
Everything a macho posturing, testosterone-tastic Friday night popcorn flick at the movies should be, Fast & Furious should in no way disappoint those who love any or all of the franchise so far. For anyone else that doesn’t get it, this won’t convert them. Well they don’t know the fun they’re missing out on.
[etRating value=“ 3.5”]
The story at the centre of this homecoming picks up five years after Dominic Toretto (lost action hero Vin Diesel) drove off into the sunset at the climax of the first flick. Leading a fugitive existence on the lam with bonnie partner-in-crime Letty (Michelle Rodriguez), Dom drifts through life with the authorities never more than an inch behind every turn.
But when the tragic murder of someone he loves brings him back to L.A., his path crosses once more with that of Brian O’Conner (the Keanu-alike Paul Walker), the cop that came closest to bringing him down. Forced into an uneasy alliance thanks to their shared enemy, Brian and Dom must speedily learn to work together and forget past feuds in order to infiltrate the drug “driving” cartel that claimed the life of one member of their de facto family.
The thing with this film is you have to accept it for what it is. You have to get on board for the drive, be a willing (brainless) passenger, not back seat drive and try to tell it where you want it to go. Fast & Furious is total trash. But as total trash goes this is tops.
Everyone here is in fifth gear. Especially Diesel, a man born (and named) to play a petrolhead if ever there was one. Bringing his A-game to this fan-favourite character that he only seems to reserve for Toretto and his other on-screen alter-ego Riddick, Diesel is all ripped guns, gravel-gargling voice, simmering intensity, underlying emotions and pithy put-downs: the definition of a man’s man and the perfect figurehead for such a Boy’s Own adventure. It’s good to have the real Vin standing up again.
Everything a macho posturing, testosterone-tastic Friday night popcorn flick at the movies should be, Fast & Furious should in no way disappoint those who love any or all of the franchise so far. For anyone else that doesn’t get it, this won’t convert them. Well they don’t know the fun they’re missing out on.
[etRating value=“ 3.5”]
