I have a lot of love for the “Fast & Furious” series. When it works, it represents a certain apotheosis of dudeliness in movies: nothing more than manly men hanging out with their cars, their guns, and their other guns (the kinds with uvulous muscles that connect to upper dorsimus muscles). The first two sequels were duds, but the last film, 2009’s “Fast & Furious” returned the series to its roots and rediscovered the material’s charm as dumb action nirvana. (in my review, I described “F&F” as “entertainingly dumb, like a cat who thinks it can stop a laser pointer if it pounces quickly enough.”)
Next spring, the series lumbers on with “Fast 5,” the first franchise entry that, distressingly, does not feature the word “Furious” in the title. (“What if they’re not as angry anymore?!?”) Vin Diesel and Paul Walker are back, along with Jordana Brewster, Ludacris, and Tyrese Gibson, who played Walker’s Dieselish car thief man-crush in “2 Fast 2 Furious.” They’re all being chased by federal agent Dwayne Johnson and his menacing goatee. Also returning is Justin Lin, the director of the cult indie film “Better Luck Tomorrow” who now seems permanently installed at the helm of the franchise. He seemed totally overwhelmed by “The Fast & The Furious: Tokyo Drift,” the franchise’s worst entry by far, but he redeemed himself on the muscular “Fast & Furious.” Here’s the trailer.
Looks good to me. The film opens April 28.