Where these movies are going, they don’t need roads. What started in 2001 as a modestly budgeted “Point Break” ripoff has exploded into one a box office behemoth the size of James Bond, and Dom’s crew has evolved from a gang of low-rent gearheads into an international unit of government-funded super spies or something.Īnd that’s awesome. Welcome back to the ever-expanding world of the Fast and the Furious, where family comes first, physics comes a distant second, and logic blew a flat tire like three movies ago. Dom throws an arm around his wife, Letty ( Michelle Rodriguez), Fidel Castro rolls in his grave, and the title card skids onto the screen. The loser surrenders his keys: “You win my car, and you win my respect.” They’re brothers now. So they race, the Cuban dude in a souped up beauty, and Dom in a rustbucket that hasn’t been touched since the Bay of Pigs - all the better for him to growl that it “doesn’t matter what’s under the hood.” A few pyrotechnics and a shot of NOS later, and a mob of smiling kids is surrounding Dom like he’s brought them all candy. ‘The Teacher’s Lounge’ Review: Germany’s Oscar Submission Is a Riveting Thriller About a Classroom in Crisis
0 kommentar(er)
