“I’m
going to enjoy what happens next.”
Let’s
get this out of the way: the title of the fourth movie in the series, Fast & Furious, is not a typo. They
just dropped both “The’s.” And they did that because F&F may be a sequel, but it’s also intended in many respects to
be a reboot. But it’s not. But it is.
Basically, the movie doesn’t
necessarily ignore the events of 2F2F
per say, but it doesn’t exactly go out of its way to remind you they happened
either (and Han’s brief appearance for the opening action marks TD as still in some future). Brain is an
FBI agent now, because, as he explains/doesn’t explain, they recruited him. And
they probably did something about his legal troubles, too. Whatever. How and
why the FBI chose to overlook Brian’s fugitive time isn’t what we’re here for. F&F promised to return us to the saga
of Brian and the Torettos.
Brian’s skewompus path from LA cop
to interstate fugitive car ronin to FBI guy is just one bit of weirdness done
to return to that saga. We also have fugitive Dom leaving Letty because things
are getting too dangerous (unrelated to the both of them nearly being pancaked by
a tumbling tanker of gasoline in the previous scene, that’s just sort of a
standard hazard), to hearing of her murder, to returning to the States seeking
the truth in about three successive scenes, which is all very eventful. Also, he
turns out to be a Sherlock for specific car-related scenarios, which is great. But
whatever, it all still brings us back to where we wanted to be—Dom v. O’Conner,
Criminal v. Cop, Muscle v. Import.
And while we also return to the LA
underground racing scene, there’s an intent to approach it with a more critical
thematic eye. Where the first movie was in large part about the discovery of a
secret world for the outsiders and the cast-offs, F&F highlights a critical issue in that secret world—it’s easy
to exploit and even dispose of the residents. The villainous Braga knows
drivers, the outcasts and the cast-aways can be killed, and no one with the
power to do anything about it will be the wiser. Brian only is aware that Braga
is a drug smuggler with a mysterious car-related invisible pipeline, he doesn’t
know that the drivers are always murdered after a run, and presumably have been
for years. For Dom’s part, the first dirtbag simply notes “This ain’t your
scene anymore.”
But then, there is a reason the
secret world needed to exist in the first place. The first movie was a bit
unclear on exactly why Brian let Dom go in the end (except that, like Bodhi,
he’s just too beautiful a bird to be contained). While 2F2F posited a connection between this act and his history with
Roman, here, when Mia asks for an answer, he admits he isn’t sure why he did
it. In the end of F&F, however,
Dom isn’t just at risk of containment, he’s betrayed and failed by the system.
Systemic failure necessitated the creation of the secret world in the first
place, but this particular failure isn’t one Brian’s willing to let stand.
All that aside, though, the question
that still demands to be asked is if we wouldn’t be better off with F&F coming right after the original.
Shouldn’t this movie be 2 Fast 2 Furious?
The answer is: No, I don’t think so. I mean, for one, the series’ time in the
wilderness yielded arguably its best movie (even if it also yielded its worst),
and also, while not the series best, I do like the drug tunnel chases, which
are only presentable with 2009 tech, and would have likely been garbage in
2003. Was it worth Carter’s weaksauce defeat to get Fenix’s glorious demise?
Abso-fucking-loutely! But primarily, as I previously noted, expanded the
universe, and that expansion starts paying dividends here. Small dividends, to
be sure, mostly in that Han’s presence makes us go “Sweet, it’s Han! Dom really
did know him!” But it’s a start.
I Laughed: Seriously,
Fenix’s death. That’s how you
dispatch a villain.
Soundtrack Lowlight:
Nu metal was well and truly dead by this point, so the series started being
mainly soundtracked with hip hop and reggaeton. From this the series draws a
fair bit of its identity, and therefore, I’m retiring this bit.
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