There are a number of strategies to have fun with the "Fast and Furious" franchise:
1. You possibly can love to hate it, which some people do, the individuals who are part of groups with names like “Advanced Degrees Plus!” and that fingertip pushups as they simply dismiss your entire series of admittedly idiotic movies as they are, well, idiotic.
2. College English majors who hunt for Jungian literary themes which enables it to only go back with “La Familia” (and are given Fs for his or her troubles by way of the first group).
3. The much more volume of moviegoers who simply check their cerebral cortexes inside the large bins shipped to that purpose at the door into the theater and also a great time.
I fall into all three categories.
Of course, the laws of physics don’t apply during the 'FF' franchise: Handguns just do not hold a large number of bullets. Airplanes would surely depressurize for those who shot many holes through them, wouldn’t they? You cannot catch and switch around a submarine torpedo with the bare hands while lurking of any car door, is it possible to? Additionally, the logic of killing hundreds, perhaps thousands, of innocent bystanders just to save two — oops, one — innocent life is unnecessary. But there you have it overthinking things again. Just settle back and luxuriate in it!
The addition of the highly improbable, very destructive Cuban street race.
When last seen, our intrepid gang of street racers-turned-global-conspiracy-solvers existed for the lam in Rio … no, wait, that was "FF6." Or "5"… could it have been "FF7." Aw, who cares? Anyway, they’re back capable to kick keister again, dragged into world political intrigue because only a ragtag gang of street racers could save the world once again… and because Universal knows it thing is really a cash cow!
"FF8," or perhaps "F8," does have a good twist for it — main hero Dominic Toretto has apparently turned his back on everything was sacred during the first seven movies (OK, in six on the first seven movies — "Tokyo Drift" was type of as a movie on its own and, while many men and women hated it, I sort of liked it). Anyway, Dom steals getting some sort of bomb-like thing — exactly what is isn’t terribly clear, on the other hand was for a Wide range of cold medicine over the movie. Naturally, it’s a little more clear what this thing is as opposed to stupid microchip hidden while in the collector car in "Fast Five." So he gets ahold than me in one number of criminals in Act 1 and establishing takes off, leaving La Familia, which is to include Lettie, who had amnesia in "FF6" or "7" or somewhere back there (don’t worry, my wife miraculously regained her memory and is also essentially behaving in "F8," until provoked) and after that Dom disappears! WTH????
Am I overthinking this? I did major in English.
This clever and original scene involves hacker villains commandeering many hundreds of Fiat Chrysler America cars to produce mayhem.
Anyway, it starts in Havana, Cuba. The viewer knows it is actually Havana, Cuba, because during the establishing shot from within the city one sees, in water of Havana Harbor the phrase, “HAVANA, CUBA.” This will happen in every single establishing shot during the entire movie — even though some character has said, “We\’re also now gonna New York” you will come across “New York” slathered from the East River.
Apparently Cuba is populated entirely by wildly sexy young models who wear hardly any clothing and shake their perfectly sculpted buttocks in perfect tango rhythm on the musical soundtrack (which will be obtainable for download starting today on iTunes, bongo and Snapweasel). Almost all these young models — 100s of them — spend all of their time together in Havana awaiting street races to spontaneously occur. Luckily for the kids, Toretto challenges a bad guy into a street race of saving his cousin, or in other words his cousin’s crummy car. A genuine hooptie, since the kids say. Dom is able to jury rig a nitrous system when using the pull tab from your can of Coke (two-liter Coke bottles also miraculously include the epilogue by the end of the show as being the crew celebrates La Familia again, while they do at the conclusion of every "FF" movie except "Tokyo Drift"). Not surprising that Dom winds up driving the car backwards and also on fire through the finish line following the pointless race is mainly responsible for untold destruction to Habana Viejo and, well, guess who wins.
Charger can provide relief!
Anyway, that's all while in the first Half an hour on the movie. (And it's important to note they generate it resemble Dom and Lettie actually drive their classic American car from Florida to Cuba within the Overseas Highway? As if Cuba just isn\’t a tropical? There may be 90 miles of open ocean between Key West and Havana, people!)
So that opening is only kind of a tribute towards the street racing that this whole franchise was based — a gesture for the filmmakers.
It reaches this time that the movie switches from being about happy street racing towards the greater and much more important theme of Saving planet earth From Oblivion as a result of a Madman (or woman in this situation). Within the probability of gifting away far too much, yes, they actually save the environment, using a compilation of ever-increasingly ridiculous and impossible stunts which entail Lamborghinis and nuclear submarines all controlled by the evil Charlize Theron. That part is certainly greater than it is often in recent "Furiouses," perhaps because it’s easier to follow along with but not entirely influenced by blowing stuff up to make you stay watching the screen and not tearing your eyeballs out with marlinspikes. Theron’s character is, obviously even to non-film students, the villain and even though nancy a striking actress and deserves all of the praise and awards she\’s received, after her first four minutes on screen it'd be much better if she would shut the hell in this movie. In the event you hate it when Toretto goes on about philosophy and in what ways it\’s important to live by a code and La Familia and blah, blah, freakin’ blah, you can expect to throw your $18 Raisinets on the screen after Theron’s character will the exact same thing to the 200th time about precisely how none of their matters and it’s all just biological reactions and yadda, yadda, freakin’ yadda.
But it’s that type of villainy and Earth-saving which includes launched an entire dang franchise away from the happy little street racing movie niche where it had become 16 yrs ago, today\’s sort of "Hot Rod Hodads," in to the $4 high dollar marketing juggernaut it\’s today. So yeah, see genuinely so you can say you saw all eight runs from the gawdawful silliness. Me? I'm taking more cold medicine on and on to sleep.