Okay, time to once again address a certain… pattern I’ve
been noticing with my last few reviews. Since the GG meltdown, and I swear that
this wasn’t intentional, the last three films I’ve covered on here have all
involved some form of feminism. Whether it’s the showing of strength in Begum Jaan and Smurfs: The Lost Village, or the misogynistic bullshit of CHiPs, it
seems that I subconsciously made a bit of a theme. Time to change that up, with
a look at the latest instalment of the most macho film series running today:
The Fast & The Furious.
Now, there are very few film franchises nowadays
that I would consider myself be an out-and-out fanboy for; the MCU is the
closest I’ve gotten so far, and even then it’s more surface level. Fast &
Furious, on the other hand? Since Fast Five, I’ve been strangely vibing with this
series; I say strangely because, as I’ve mentioned before, I’m really not into
car-centric action beats. And yet, between the unabashed and self-aware
silliness of the action, the solid character interaction and even a few
instances of legit emotional impact, this is a series that I have a lot of
respect for. Keep that fanboy bias in mind as we get into the latest instalment
of the franchise that restraint forgot. This is The Fate Of The Furious.
