Fast and Furious 7 (12A.)
Directed by James Wan.
Starring Vin Diesel, Paul Walker, Michelle Rodriguez, Ludacris, Kurt Russell and Jason Statham. 137 mins.
Though F&F6 couldn't match the loopy thrills of the fifth installment, the moment in the credit sequence when Jason Statham was revealed as the villain for the next film was a moment of giddy euphoria. The audience roared its approval and I believe even I may have whooped a little internally. Statham, the boy least likely to from the Lock Stock cast who became a massive if improbable star, is the perfect addition to the series. This is a series that was never supposed to be this big, filled with a cast that should never have got anywhere near this level of fame. There is something purely American about Fast and Furious: it suggests that anyone can be a movie star in the States. It's inscribed on the Hollywood sign – give me you inert, your dull and your double chinned muscle Marys, and I will give them a lucrative movie franchise.
The characters are supposedly all from “The Streets” but now exist in a world of globe trotting, military-industrial celebrity opulence, a world where bikini clad hotties strut around on every street corner, even in the Muslim countries. The plot isn't merely nonsense, it's a kind of aggressive anti-sense. I was going to say that Fast and Furious films are what this generation has instead of Roger Moore Bond films but it would be closer to say that they are more like overblown modern day Terence Hill/ Bud Spencer films.
And it is good, silly, fun. You'd need to be a righteous puritan to set your face against this confederacy of dimwits; though it is also true that if you didn't laugh you'd probably cry.
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Fast and Furious 7 (12A.)
Directed by James Wan.
Starring Vin Diesel, Paul Walker, Michelle Rodriguez, Ludacris, Kurt Russell and Jason Statham. 137 mins.
Though F&F6 couldn't match the loopy thrills of the fifth installment, the moment in the credit sequence when Jason Statham was revealed as the villain for the next film was a moment of giddy euphoria. The audience roared its approval and I believe even I may have whooped a little internally. Statham, the boy least likely to from the Lock Stock cast who became a massive if improbable star, is the perfect addition to the series. This is a series that was never supposed to be this big, filled with a cast that should never have got anywhere near this level of fame. There is something purely American about Fast and Furious: it suggests that anyone can be a movie star in the States. It's inscribed on the Hollywood sign – give me you inert, your dull and your double chinned muscle Marys, and I will give them a lucrative movie franchise.
The characters are supposedly all from “The Streets” but now exist in a world of globe trotting, military-industrial celebrity opulence, a world where bikini clad hotties strut around on every street corner, even in the Muslim countries. The plot isn't merely nonsense, it's a kind of aggressive anti-sense. I was going to say that Fast and Furious films are what this generation has instead of Roger Moore Bond films but it would be closer to say that they are more like overblown modern day Terence Hill/ Bud Spencer films.
And it is good, silly, fun. You'd need to be a righteous puritan to set your face against this confederacy of dimwits; though it is also true that if you didn't laugh you'd probably cry.
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