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Furious 7 Review: Vroom Vroom, Beep Beep, F*** Yeah

10/10, would Furious again.


If you were to tell me that I would love a movie where the most frequently recurring shots are of Jason Statham looking bored and the part of a lady’s bottom where her legs meet her butt, I wouldn’t believe you. But there’s way more to the Fast and the Furious franchise (and Furious 7 in particular) than meets the furious eye.

Sure, cars fall casually from the sky, everything is on fire always, and the soundtrack boasts a song called “Whip” dedicated to a car, but Furious 7, more so even than its Furious Forefathers,¬†is about people who love each other unselfconsciously (and the way they express said love with their cars).

That’s already an abnormally sincere message for a series that’s mostly just explosions and Vin Diesel deadpanning (“the thing about a street fight is… the street always wins”), but the death of Paul Walker has given the franchise’s “ride together, die together” theme a genuinely touching weight.

It’s a testimony to the Furious movies’ sincerity that even the scenes Walker shot before he passed away in a car accident in 2013 seem elegiac. The entire movie feels like a goodbye, but not one that’s designed to manipulate; I cried a lot, but largely because watching his movies made me feel like I “knew” Walker, and the intense media scrutiny of the cast following his passing has allowed me to feel like I know them, too.

It’s hard to watch scenes with Walker knowing their little family is headed for real-life loss, and harder still to watch them cope with the fall-out, but Furious 7¬†grieves furiously: this goodbye is full of punching, gyrating, and “Turn Down for What,” and it feels incredibly fitting.


Although it’s hard to imagine what a Furious 8 would be like without Walker, Furious 7 has definitely added some elements to the franchise I’d be excited to see developed further; Nathalie Emmanuel is great as the Furious universe’s version of a hacker, and I’m really beginning to dig the direction Michelle Rodriguez’s character Letty is taking.

I wouldn’t call Furious 7 feminist (except for alliterative purposes), there are just too many butts for that, but I do love how the film’s main female characters are strong, competent ladies who are respected by their partners and community.



And I haven’t even gotten to The Rock’s role in this movie yet, friends. As Vin gargles at one point in the film, “the words haven’t even been invented yet.”

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