About halfway through Fate of the Furious, the eighth flick in the ever-changing gearhead ninja series that started with The Fast and the Furious, I realized that my world had changed.
This franchise had leapfrogged over James Bond in my long list of badass, high-tech, silly action flicks that I love to watch.
After audiences take in the glorious insanity of this movie, I don’t think I’ll be the only one who feels this way.
If you think of all eight movies in the Furious franchise as having a plot arc, the action has been consistently bending toward “secret agent techno-ninja” for quite some time.
Even in the first movie, there’s an uneasy truce between law enforcement and Dom’s (Vin Diesel) band of sideshow outlaws. Furious has a Bond-like balance between beautifully choreographed hand-to-hand combat sequences and tricked-out gadget porn.
For a long time, however, the difference between a Bond movie and a Furious one was whose side we were on.
Bond is a man of the Crown, fighting global threats.
Dom and his team, meanwhile, are sometimes just fighting to have faster vehicles than the Asian gangsters up the block.
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