Excerpt: Nato sotto i peggiori auspici, con il rifiuto di Justin Lin di dirigerlo e con le riprese interrotte bruscamente per la morte del co-protagonista storico, Paul Walker, Fast & Furious 7 si conferma invece come il miglior episodio della lunga serie cominciata 15 anni fa.
Excerpt: On the whole, Furious 7 is sloppier than the last two films and you often get the sense that Wan’s handle on the chaos and scale of the whole enterprise is not as assured as Lin’s was, but it’s still a riotous good time and a genuinely poignant tribute to an absent friend. It’s something of an Irish wake, but with alcohol substituted for dropping cars out of a goddamn airplane.
Excerpt: Furious 7 ends ups being a surprisingly touching tale concerning family – not necessarily people united by blood, but by loyalty and friendship. The camaraderie here is stronger than it has ever been.
Excerpt: Watching ‘Furious 7’ you get the distinct impression that, when faced with a creative choice, the filmmakers paused to ask themselves, “What’s the most insane, over the top thing we can do here?” And then they went ahead and did that.
Excerpt: Wrecks, crashes, and explosions are par for the course for these films, of course, but there are three separate scenes in which Diesel’s character intentionally totals his car: he plays chicken with Statham’s Shaw, twice no less, crashing head-on at 100 mph+. Later, he drives his car off of a cliff to escape some villains (“you might want to put on your helmet,” he helpfully growls at his passenger).
Excerpt: Furious Seven is as joyfully and gloriously bombastic as that image. When you’re dealing with a sixth sequel it’s nice to report that the energy hasn’t gone out, even when the goals of the movie are to be one-part heavy metal and one-part heavy heart after the real-life death of one of the series regulars. The relief is that these two opposing goals don’t trip over one another. It’s nice that a movie can be emotional and full of beans at the same time.