fatvegan

Crash cars. Talk to some people. Be happy.

That was my friend's review of the film during our post-credits cinema prayers. It is pretty apt.

We went to see Fast & Furious tonight. It was pretty fun. I liked the cars a lot. Except for the lame Smart Car one at the end. I mean, I love Smart Cars, but not in massive car chases through secret tunnels against a Torino.

Another thing was that for a massively amoral film, it was pretty moralistic. What is it with Hollywood obsessing over how naughty drugs are? I would love someone to make a big film where the goodies smuggle a big truck of drugs out of Mexico. They're just drugs for goodness sake. It's not like they're running people over in cars. The movie thought that street racers who were risking the lives of hundreds of people could redeem themselves by racing through streets risking the lives of hundreds more people in order to catch drug dealers.

There were various other plot inconsistencies that struck me as critical flaws as a watched the film. But as the memory of it fades into a warm fuzz, they seem somehow less important.