I finally watched Fast and Furious. It’s the most financially successful movie franchise ever made in the history of movie franchises. So I made myself watch the first one/my wife was sleeping on the remote.
The movie is about street racing. A bunch of people all hate each other, but yet can work together like worker bees to set up a drag race. It’s crazy, they all carry guns and $10,000 each, the only people that attend are all genius mechanics or rap video level women. In the midst of all this, a cop named Brian has to find out who is hijacking trucks. During the investigation, a gang led by Johnny Tran ride around and shoot things with machine guns. When the cop busts them, none of his superiors seem to care one iota and they are released instantly. Of course.
Vin Diesel plays a guy named Dom who never loses a race and talks like every line out of his mouth is destined for a movie trailer. Dom and Brian don’t like each other, but do some racing, get shot at, make nice, Brian hooks up with his sister, then helps them get out of a pickle while they’re robbing a tractor trailer. They don’t rob it at a stoplight, they fire a grappling hook into the windshield at 70 mph and climb in. You know, because street racers have tons of shoulder mounted grappling hooks laying around.
Eventually, Brian tells everyone he’s a cop, but they’re buddies and lets everyone go, because after all, he’s been pals with them for like eight days. Worst undercover cop of all time. Yet, because the film has cars with nitrous oxide and ground effects, it’s cool. Never mind half the racing scenes are impossible to see with the special effects. That’s the movie and it made tons of cash and almost 10 sequels. There is no hope for America.