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Review: Fast and Furious 7


SUFFICE to say when I received the invitation to view a pre-screening of the last instalment of the Fast and Furious franchise I felt a wave of bittersweet emotions.

 Yes, it would be great to see another car-based film from the series that inspired so many petrol heads around the world, including myself. But at the same time I knew that it would be the last and a fond farewell to Mr Paul Walker.

So there I was, among people who knew a good mise en scène, a good auteur versus a director and their made-fors from their blockbusters and there was me mumbling, “I hope there’s a Toyota Supra in this movie.”

I don’t want to be IMDB here so there will be no spoilers in this “review,” just a bit of a tongue-in-cheek impression of the film.

The casting for the film includes many of the old favourites with cameos from almost every major character from the previous six films. Only now, Jason Statham is involved, and he’s the stereotypical British bad guy; he even drives badass cars like a Jaguar F-Type R Coupé, Maserati, Lamborghini Aventador and an Aston Martin DB9. Out of nowhere Kurt Russell appears as part of a special agency aimed at helping out our Brian and Dominic.

The production of this film was marred halfway through by the sudden passing of Paul Walker. However, director James Wan, Walker’s brothers and a few CGI personnel deliver Walker throughout the film; you’d never know that some of the scenes aren’t really him.

My impression of the film is that it is exactly what the fans of the franchise want, although the gratuitous shots of ladies in bikinis, outrageously unrealistic action stints, sometimes cheesy dialogue and non-stop action (literally, if this film were a child it would be told that it has ants in its pants) mean that you have to be a real fan of the franchise to get the most out of the film.

Overall though, what a fitting tribute to Paul Walker, complete with a lovely montage of his finest moments throughout the history of the franchise at the end which - and I’m warning you – gets quite emotional, seriously, like Marley and Me or The Lion King  level of heart-wrenching, it got to me at least.

I don’t think he’d have wanted any other film to be his eleventh hour triumpth. Oh, and prepare for another iconic scene, there’s a Supra and a Charger involved, that’s all I’m saying…

Article written by Sean Nurse
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