The Fate of the Furious expects us to suspend disbelief and satisfaction in return for action and banter.
The eighth installment of the Fast and the Furious franchise is not a good movie by normal standards, but also a disappointing entry into the 17-year long series. It’s definitely worth your money, but audiences deserve better.
In F8, Vin Diesel (Dom) goes rogue and turns against the team, forcing Dwayne Johnson to join Jason Statham in their quest to stop him. Everybody seems to forget that just a few years ago, Jason Statham killed Han…
When audiences go into The Fate of the Furious, they expect action, jokes, the objectification of women, and lots of talk about ‘family.’ And in this film you do get all of that, but you also get stupidity and a plot so inconsequential, leaving audiences wondering why they even bothered with the story in the first place.
Narrative stretches are one thing, but a coherent storyline is another. It’s normal to find yourself thrust from Germany in one second to Russia in the next throughout this latest movie without knowing why or how you got there.
I refuse to think that The Fate of the Furious has to include dumb fun, stupidity, a boring plotline and poor characterisation, especially when instalments five and six were great films, standing out among their counterparts.
Despite the renaissance brought about by the fifth and sixth movies, the films to follow didn’t seem to care about anything other than putting asses in seats. It is a shame because audiences deserve so much more and there’s nothing stopping filmmakers from delivering just that.
Nevertheless, The Fate of the Furious is a fun film that while incredibly frustrating at times, can also be equally entertaining.