Dear Sweet Baby Jesus, can is just go ahead and be April 3 already? Everything that happens between now and when I can finally see Furious 7 (or Fast 7, or The Fast and the Furious 7, or whatever the hell you want to call it because I’ll be there no matter what the title is) is largely inconsequential. And I mean everything. Just to tease me, they released this new IMAX trailer and, well, yeah, I’ll just let you take a look, it speaks for itself.
The first four movies are fine (I have a special place in my heart for 2 Fast, 2 Furious), but with Fast 5 they really started to up the ante, and they’re just blowing the roof off the place with the latest chapter. (I can’t think of a more fitting way to honor the legacy of the dearly departed Paul Walker than by with a batshit crazy action movie.)
Seriously, over the years the crew of Dom (Vin Diesel), Brian (Walker), and the rest have gone from a group of car enthusiasts to a squad of highly trained tactical drivers who do things like parachute cars out of a cargo plane. That’s a thing people do, right?
Seriously, are they commandos now? Now there’s an armor-plated bus with remote control machine guns, which I can totally get behind. And when you add Tony Jaa, Kurt Russell, Jason Statham, and a long-simmering blood feud into the mix, I’m pretty sure they made this movie just for me, because I have dreams like this. If it didn’t look so damn awesome, I’d be concerned that they were monitoring my innermost thoughts and mining my subconscious for movie ideas.
Did I mention that The Rock tears a cast off his arm then goes crazy with a mini-gun? That happens too. I just giggled.