2 Fast 2 Furious (2003)

I know people who literally count down the days until the next installment in The Fast and the Furious franchise is released in cinemas, much the same as how fans of the MCU wait for their next kick, albeit in a world where spoilers are actively praised. Personally, this is my first encounter with the fuel-filled mayhem.

Like many teenage boys, growing up I dreamt of the cars I had driven in video game franchises such as Need for Speed or Burnout. It led to rancorous debates between me and my brother about whether a Subaru Impreza was better than a Mitsubishi Evo (#TeamBlue) and hours of tinkering the settings to get that perfect balance between drift and drag.

Keen to get behind the wheel, we both ended up passing our driving tests in our late teens and began our petrolhead journeys... with a couple of one litre hatchbacks. Still, his had red leather seats.

Midway through 2 Fast 2 Furious I did get the feeling of nostalgia and being transported back to those testosterone fills days of yore. Unfortunately, most of that was brought on by the dreadful CGI.

I was unsurprised to learn after watching it that 2 Fast 2 Furious is regularly the lowest scoring film in the franchise. Most scenes excruciatingly handhold you through the wafer thin plot lines as viewers salivate for the next early 2000's souped-up car race.

To be honest though, reviewing a film like 2 Fast 2 Furious is pointless. You know what you're getting and if you like the franchise you'll still sit through it and enjoy it. Girls, check. Cars, check. Lack of clothes, check. Questionable road safety, check check and check.

I didn't mind the film overall; as it slowly descended into a meme of itself, it became quite enjoyable.

1 star