“The Fate of the Furious” doesn’t need your stinkin’ laws.
Speed limits? Optional. Ditto, gravity. Only one unwritten commandment of silly action moviemaking — thou shalt not exceed two hours — goes unheeded. As usual with this unstoppable franchise — now on its eighth installment — it all works.
It’s been 16 years since thief/mechanic Dominic Toretto (Vin Diesel) first revved an engine on-screen, and a lot has changed since then. Dom is finished with his criminal ways, and he’s lost his best friend (Paul Walker) to retirement.
On his honeymoon with his longtime love, Letty (Michelle Rodriguez), in Cuba — which seems to be the capital of underbutt-revealing short-shorts — Dom winds up challenging the man with the fastest car in Havana to a race. Naturally, Dom wins.
Dom abandons Letty after being recruited by the evil computer hacker Cipher (Charlize Theron), a new character who wears Metallica T-shirts and has long blond dreadlocks.
Although Dom has noble reasons for joining forces with her — they’re right out of a soap opera — the character’s inner turmoil lets Diesel act.
But back to the action: Cipher must be stopped, and there’s only one group to do it. Enigmatic special agent Mr. Nobody (Kurt Russell, clearly having fun) recruits Dom’s old crew, including Letty; former federal agent Hobbs (Dwayne Johnson); hilariously histrionic Roman (Tyrese Gibson); and computer nerds Tej and Ramsey (Chris “Ludacris” Bridges and Nathalie Emmanuel). With each movie, the crew gains allies. This time, it’s onetime villain Deckard (Jason Statham) and Mr. Nobody’s underling (Scott Eastwood).
Of course, nobody comes to the “Furious” franchise looking for jokes. It’s all about action, which doesn’t disappoint.
“Fate” gives fans of the franchise exactly what they want, provided they can ditch logic as easily as the movie does.