Originally published on metropolis.co.jp on July 2013

The world’s fastest preposterone-fueled soap opera franchise is running on fumes, story-wise, but makes up for it, annoyingly, by punching the nitro every time the dreadful dialogue put me to sleep. It’s strayed rather far from its 2001 street-racing roots, now more resembling a Bond or a heist flick as our gang of renegade peterosexuals battles a nefarious master criminal. It disinters Michelle Rodriguez’s Letty character, conveniently with amnesia. But F&F knows what it is and it delivers the advertised goods. I didn’t much like it. Flying head-butts? Now that’s new.