Generally speaking, I don’t bother to see films with the number 6 after their title. In fact, I usually check out after number 3. I figure such films are critic-proof—either you’re a fan of the series or you’re not—and my attendance is not required.
And yet, true confession: I have seen every single Fast & Furious movie (I particularly dug the last one). My loyalty even predates the ampersand. They’re something of a guilty pleasure.
Partly this is because of director Justin Lin, who took over the franchise with the third movie, Fast and Furious: Tokyo Drift (if you’ll recall, this was the one installment that didn’t feature Paul Walker and Vin Diesel, because they apparently had much bigger fish to fry) (no comment). Lin stages expert chase and fight sequences that are ridiculously over-the-top, but strikingly lucid as well. You can actually follow the action. How novel.
But the series has other draws:
There’s, of course, Vin Diesel himself, who acts so rarely these days you can almost believe that he is Toretto, spending his days up to his arms in engine...