Full of foot-to-the-floor action, bikini babes and gleaming hoods, /FF5/ makes no attempt to adjust the formula. But why should it? Converts may be scarce, but fans will lap up its major-league mayhem. Oh, and stay for the end-credits cliffhanger…
This instalment should satisfy young fans and ageing Jeremy Clarkson types alike.
At two hours and 10 minutes this is not fast or furious, but slow, and sensationally boring.
A souped-up, idiotic but guiltily enjoyable addition to a franchise that seems to have some gas still left in the tank.
Tough on nuance, tough on the causes of nuance, this episode has the highest velocity and lowest IQ yet. See it on the biggest, loudest, dumbest screen you can find.
It spins along very smoothly and efficiently.
[The action sequences] veer from breakneck-brilliance to Top Gear tedium, but when it's exciting, it is really exciting.
As usual, the film thrives on excess.
The result is predictably daft and cheesy but much, much more fun than we had any right to expect.
The dialogue is corny, the ridiculous testosterone-fuelled plot is barely worth mentioning but the bone-crunching stunt work is impressive, the pace is breathless and loyal fans will not be disappointed.
It’s a bit too padded with unnecessary talk, but if you can look past the risible dialogue, tree-stump acting and frequent forays into the unintentionally hilarious, it will keep you smiling throughout, if not always for the reasons intended.
Muscle-bound fun.
The start and finish here, defying every imaginable law of physics, are series highs.
The Fast and the Furious: the franchise speeds on
General release. Check local listings for show times.