You’ve probably heard tires squeal before. You’ve maybe even seen YouTube footage of someone engaged in a burnout before, in which a car’s tires move faster than their ability to gain traction, thus causing a streak of rubber to be left behind on the road surfact. That’s exactly–to the inch–what watching Fast Five is like. It’s loud, it’s entertaining to those who watch it, and at its core, it’s phenomenally stupid.
Fast Five rejoins us with Dominick Toretto and his erstwhile family, sister Mia, in events taking place just after the fourth installment but before the third. If you’re confused, don’t worry–you absolutely don’t need to know any of this before you watch the movie. Dom’s just been sent up for twenty five to life for his various crimes, and is on his way, by bus, to prison. His family busts him out in rapid and spectacular fashion, and now they’re all off to sunny Rio de Janiero to find their fortune. They find it in the form of Herman Reyes, corrupt businessman who’s got a whole lot of cash stashed all over Rio. Now, Dom and his crew are hatching a complex plot to seize the money, but all the while, they’ve got Luke Hobbs and his agents hunting them, seeing as how they’re all wanted fugitives.
If you picture Ocean’s Eleven, but take out all the jokes and replace them with cars going really really fast, then you have a pretty good idea of what you’re in for with Fast Five. It watches like it was written by a not particularly bright fourteen year old who knew exactly what he wanted to see in a movie–cars going fast, guns going off, and attractive women going around half-naked–and set out to get every ohm and erg of it. Plot is really rather minimal, except for a decent plot twist at the end.
Fast Five is no one’s idea of a good movie, but it will be entertaining enough by virtue of its sheer bombast. There’s entirely too much going on here to not be entertaining. But it’s shoddily constructed, and downright idiotic. Easily twenty to forty minutes could have been trimmed off this and no one would have noticed. It’s garbage, but it’s loud and shiny garbage that will definitely keep people’s attention.
It’s like tires squealing in the night–anyone who watches will be entertained, but it’s such a waste of rubber that one wonders why they even bothered.
But if you came here looking for cars going fast and blowing up with alarming regularity while attractive women wander around in various states of undress, never really saying all that much but no less important for their lack of dialogue, and don’t mind a weak plotline and dialogue that’s more wooden than a scrap shack in Rio, well, you’ve got your movie right here.
Still though, the Screenhead Ten Scale hands Fast Five a not quite eponymous six out of ten. It’s entertaining enough, sure, and it knows it. There’s not much going on here plot-wise, but then, that’s not exactly what they were going for.





Now that the Governator has been relinguished of his duties, it’s time for Arnold Schwarzenegger to get back to what he’s good at: trying badly to act. Does he even change his facial expression throughout the entirety of 

Last night we hit you up with the
A bit of something exciting for you today, folks–the crew out at
For an actor who is known to be abrasive and driven at the same time, it’s about time that he tries to take over an entire film production by being its actor and director.
Is it a great move to propel your career into the mainstream or is it a safe choice that could typecast you forever? This is the choice Jeremy Renner must make shortly. For
First off, a happy Good Friday to all our readers who celebrate it out there, and though it made the pickings today somewhat sparse, I managed to take advantage of the day to get an eyeful of
Though sometimes, the action is a little hard to swallow; Saoirse Ronan, the girl playing Hanna, is a little on the preposterous side as she flings herself headlong into action films yet doesn’t quite seem to have mastered how to actually show emotion while she’s doing it. I understand that part of this is related to the plot, but normally, when you’re to the point where you’re kicking a guy in the head, you expect at least a little bit of an angry look. Though it can be said that this is a really masterful move on her part–and frankly, I won’t argue with those who do–I just found it stretching things a bit.
These are minor problems to say the least, and easily ninety percent of Hanna is a terrific movie that will bust you in the metaphorical chops, even if it leaves you metaphorically bleeding by the side of the metaphorical road with the ending.
The folks out at Well Go Entertainment sent us out a little something special to review: an advance copy of their upcoming release Legend of the Fist. And this one’s going to be something to see.