Intense action; smart, funny nods to its roots while moving in a new direction; and explicit confrontation of a problem always at the heart of Star Trek.
A colossal affair swollen with the hubris and arrogance of men who trail the foul dust of mayhem in their wake.
I’m really beginning to think that Hollywood is hopeless, that it will never again give us another original idea, and perhaps we should welcome the robot apocalypse.
I’ve gotten behind most of the Fast & Furious movies because they’ve been packed with thrillingly staged action and peopled with protagonists who walk that bad-boy line cagily enough to make rooting for them a guilty pleasure, but a pleasure nonetheless. But something is off in Fast Five. There’s something deeply unpleasant about this latest flick that prevented me from enjoying all the stuff blowing up real good.
Damn if there ain’t enough street racing in this here street racing movie.