Fast Five

Fast Five is not about mans struggle with modernity. The cars are not representative of any elements of anyone's psyche and The Rock is not intended as an emulation of Inspector Javert, perpetually trailing his elusive quarry. No. It's about hot cars, awesome chicks and pulling off heists with the help of both.

It's rather curious that the primary reason I will condemn a film boils down to failed potential. That it was unable to properly explore it's own ideas, to achieve the most it could with what it had.  But surely it's better to have raised a thought and not followed through than to have never raised one at all? That's not a question I can answer concisely. Or maybe it is: No. No it's not. What it is, is deeply unsatisfying.

"Fast" is among those that never aimed to raise anything and is all very predictable as a result, but almost comfortably so. The plot is entirely ascertainable from the trailer, it exploits it's position as fifth entry in a money grabbing franchise in agreeable fashion, the stunts are satisfying, though again, evident in the advertising, and it's all easy on the eye. Though it does abuse the chroma something rotten.

I'm unlikely to dispense it any further thought, and indeed may forget I have even seen it, but it managed to get through our time together without doing anything annoying, which is an achievement in itself. It falls into the wide and popular classification of brainless, disposable, but diverting. Mostly harmless.