Review: Fast X (2023)
Jason Momoa chews the green screen.
Every two years, you legally have to be reminded that the Fast and Furious franchise started with a movie about stealing bootleg DVD players. Yes, the franchise that has gone on to feature Aquaman and Wonder Woman and Snake Plisskin and action heroes known only by single names, like Rock or Statham or, of course, Diesel. They’ve gone to outer space and the depths of the ocean and all around the globe. They’ve been fugitives and secret agents and fugitives again and secret agents again. But it used to just be about driving really fast.
Now, in Fast X, a movie I’m not convinced actually features real cars on real roads at any point in time, the franchise has doubled down on being insane. On being self-referential. And on rewriting their own history.