Like Saw, Fast & Furious is the series that won’t die, and it's because each new installment makes more money than the previous due to the continuing advancement in technology, allowing for stunts and effects that would have been impossible when the original debuted in 2001. Since Fast & Furious: Tokyo Drift (#3), Justin Lin has been the director making sure that when you leave the theater you have a headache from the noise, sound and explosions. If Fast 5 (the worst in the series) was “the one that brings all the cast back together” then this one is “the one that really brings all the cast back”, as jail-bird no longer Michelle Rodriguez, thought dead in Fast & Furious (#4), returns.

 Agent Luke Hobbs (Johnson) might not have caught the infamous street racing family led by wanted criminal Dominic Toretto (Diesel), but he shows up in Spain asking for his help and with photos of his long dead love Letty (Rodriguez) alive. Toretto summons the gang, including new father Brian O’Conner (Walker), to head to London and assist Hobbs in stopping a new racing terror. “We’re not dealing with cops or drug dealers; this is a whole new level,” Roman (Gibson) says to remind them of the danger they are about to encounter. The catch is that Letty is working for the other side, and with memory loss she has no clue about her past.  

 FF6 does appear to have a spark to it that the previous films never had. Lin and writers have adapted the base script for any horror film and applied it to this adrenaline-porn rush; now every F&F film offers a direct cliffhanger for the next one. The opening montage is a recap of all the films (minus Tokyo Drift since that one didn’t have Walker and only ten seconds of Diesel in it). You don’t need to watch the other films to watch (or experience) this ride, you just simply sit down, relax and turn your brain completely off.

 You expect reason, accountability and reality to evaporate when the movie begins, but sometimes I feel like these movies push unnecessary boundaries. I realize our brains are supposed to be turned off during this muscle-head chaos, but for well over ten minutes of screen time cars chase a plane down a runway that seems to never end. Out of curiosity I checked, and the longest runway in the world is less than 4 miles long and I couldn’t even focus on that final adrenaline pumping scene that is ridiculous in every way because of how that runway never ended! Both Dobbs and Toretto survive their own defying jumps that really deserve a healthy eye roll, but maybe that’s why I always get a headache during this series, because I roll my eyes so much.

Final Thought – If it’s possible for one pile of dung to smell less putrid than another, then this might be the best film in the series yet.

Grade C

By: Dustin Chase