Fast Five

A contented smile spread across my face while I was watching the safe ripping up the asphalt from the streets of Rio. The screenplay is about as clever as for the preceding F&Fs, but they are all such nice guys and, as a fan of this genre, my jaw is constantly lying in my lap. In part five, it’s not so much cars, but muscles that are important. Diesel put on weight to make his fight with Dwayne “Rock" Johnson convincing, but The Rock (otherwise his Hobbs is tougher than a piece of flint and so he’s maybe unwittingly funnier than he is meant to be) seems to have gotten so psyched up that he looks even more massive than normal (damn, another reason to start going to the gym, but I wonder how long my eagerness will last). And the fight looks all the better for it, step aside Terminators. The cars and the girls (Jordana Brewster gets hotter with every episode) are delightful as always and the preparation for the heist with the now traditional T-shirt at the end is the icing on the cake. A shame that sometimes the “snappy" lines sound awkward, although Diesel delivers them in style, so you only notice this in the supporting roles. The biggest capo who saves the movie is the director, Justin Lin, who knows exactly what he’s doing and what the audience expects from this kind of movie. The post-credits scene made me look forward to number six even more. Bring it on. That's for my team, you son of a bitch. (08/05/2011)

Hands down, the best episode of the series. Unfortunately, the overwrought pivotal action scene at the end, with a half demolished Rio and a massive vault behind two bulldozers, was too far beyond the edge of acceptability for my taste. And when they open their mouths in the non-action passages and the characters spout life's truths and wisdoms, even Mrs. Cliché and Stupidity run to hide behind the camera in terror, it was really hard to listen to. Thanks at least for Dwayne's character of Agent Hobbs, because you can never have enough of The Rock and his fist fight with Diesel, when the surrounding walls were collapsing like styrofoam backdrops, brought me out of my lethargy. (08/05/2011)

It seems that Justin Lin is getting the hang of his craft. After a tragic third installment and a slightly better fourth (mainly thanks to the cast), we now have a decent fifth part that works quite well on its own. Fortunately, there is a hefty dose of action, which was mostly lacking in the previous films, and instead of submachine guns and shotguns, we are treated to supposedly souped-up wrecking cars and spinning backgrounds. Values are flipped and Lin finally realised that times are changing and audiences have different demands. The setting of Rio is very attractive, the director plays with filters and music and turns an average project into a action-packed film that is narratively very simple, but ticks away pleasantly. Thanks to the stable cast and the masterful move in the form of The Rock, the film is very enjoyable to watch. The final over the top action set-piece didn't impress me that much, while the enraged fight between Diesel and Johnson was mind-blowing. (22/05/2011)

Anyone who admired the old-fashioned approach two years ago of combining action movies with relentless car chases will praise Justin Lin even more this time around. The reason is that the exact same thing happened to me. Although the fourth installment was a very pleasant spectacle, it simply pales in comparison to the fifth in every respect. Here we've shifted into a much higher gear in terms of of speed and the result is a real action gem where you don't have to question whether you truly like it or if you're just kowtowing to the familiar faces. Because here, you won't even have time to catch your breath properly. This is especially true for the infernal final half-hour, which is so dazzling and deafening (in a good way) that it has rightfully elevated the franchise from being a familiar favorite to a massively visited series of blockbusters. And the biggest asset? Dwayne Johnson's beast of a character is his now iconic role. (27/05/2011)

An action-packed western with Rio instead of the Wild West, fast cars instead of horses and a drug kingpin instead of a railroad tycoon (the opening jump/fall into the water can be understood as picking up where Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid left off). The family subtext is needless and the action scenes are, to put it kindly, ridiculous, but if for no other reason (such as Gal Gadot), the heavy-duty confrontation between Diesel and the Rock prompts me to gladly forgive the film for its clumsy dialogue and disrespect for the laws of physics. A smarter spectacle would have come at the cost of leaving out the scene in which a ten-tonne safe attached to two racing cars cheerfully demolishes the streets of the Brazilian metropolis. Either take Fast Five with all of its testosterone-fuelled theatricality or forget that it even exists. 80% (10/04/2012)