Starring Vin Diesel, Dwayne Johnson, Jason Statham, Charlize Theron
Directed by F Gary Gray
The last Fast & Furious movie wasn’t easy to sit through: it was supposed to be a lark, but Paul Walker’s passing — in a car crash, no less — made it more of a sombre affair. Coming into Fast & Furious 8, I’m still a little sad — and angry.
Angry? What about? Not about the stunts, that’s for sure. They’re still of the Looney Tunes-meets-Micro Machines variety — over-the-top, spectacularly silly and entertainingly dumb. (The cars-vs-submarine finale, however, is long and tiresome.)
Neither am I upset with Charlize Theron. As the new bête noire, cyber-terrorist Ciper, she’s a nice addition to the carmageddon saga, even though she’s rehashing Queen Ravenna from Snow White and the Huntsman — except this time she’s in a Metallica T-shirt.
No, my beef is with Jason Statham’s Deckard Shaw, the main villain in Fast & Furious 7, and how he’s become the good guy. C’mon, it’s a sloppy plot twist that makes no sense. It’s almost as if Shaw has been given a clean slate, negating all his misdeeds.
Let’s not forget, Shaw killed Han (Sung Kang), the only Asian in Dominic Toretto’s (Vin Diesel) crew. He almost sent Hobbs (Dwayne Johnson) to the morgue. How about that anonymous SWAT cop he blew up with a grenade in the London hospital opening sequence? And Dom is fine with that? Or is it just me over-reacting?
There are two more sequels left, and I hope one of them is about the families of Han and that anonymous SWAT cop getting back at Shaw. They deserve some payback. (* * 1/2)