It’s Furious Seven for the franchise series –
bigger bolder and crazier than ever. Can cars fly? Heck yeah. Can cars zoom
through three buildings? Heck yeah. Is our team back together? Well, sadly we
lose a few thanks early on to the evil Jason Straitham, who’s bent on revenge
for his brother. This guy is rogue top skills former British service, and he’s
unstoppable – or is he? We also have another terrorist faction in cahoots who’s
out to get the mega chip/software program created by the elusive Ramsey. And
who’s managed to find and protect Ramsey? Our team. Does all of this sound
incoherent? Sure – you have to see it to believe it.
Vin Diesel is Dom – our strap shirt muscle bound leader with
the voice growl as hot as the cars he uses. Paul Walker’s baby blues are still
in the majority of the movie. He’s a family man now, married to Dom’s sister
Mia, and he vows to come back to her after this mission. Michelle Rodriquez,
our hot girl fighter/driver/Dom’s girlfriend, still has amnesia but maybe her
memory will return. Tyrese and Ludacris still banter and use their mad skills.
And then Dwayne Johnson (The Rock) survives the Jason beating, but organizes
the Furious crew and roots from his hospital bed until he literally busts out
of his casts to provide backup with one huge machine gun.
The key to this movie is the cast chemistry – they truly
look like they are having fun. The car chases, the fights, the destruction is
over the top. This is nonstop action at movie making cinematic greatness. Furious
Seven runs too long – I would have edited away at least forty minutes.
Otherwise this is a mega popcorn treat. The final salute to the late Paul
Walker at the end of the movie is well done and touching. Strap in for a crazy
ride and yes, cars can fly.
