Review of The Fate of the Furious (2017) by Dirigiblepulp — 03 Jul 2017

Modern day paradox right here: the only way to enjoy a flick like this is on the big screen, senses numbed. Yet, shelling out money at the cineplex to support the 8th film in a globally dominant franchise sends the wrong message to Hollywood (or at least, not the message I'd like to send regarding these bloated moneybombs).

Because while I did get the maximum enjoyment you can get at a movie like this, it was also, ultimately, a waste. That's not to say they all are, or even that this movie is all that bad (it's fine) it's just that maybe it didn't matter that much in the first place. A Big Mac tastes best fresh out of the fryer, but should I even be eating one in the first place? On occasion sure its fine to dive, but not just because someone is telling me now is the only time I can -- not anymore.

Also, this is the first one that has really started to show its age. Cheesy, half-assed, self-parodying, reason-stretching as a plot device piece of deep fried cheese. It works, barely.