Need for Speed

*deep sigh*

At some point in this film, Wisecracking Sidekick #3 yells out "that was just like a scene from Speed!" To which one can only reply "oh it most definitely wasn't, but thank you for explaining the deeper meaning of your movie's title for me."

I love using excessive adjectives for my movie reviews, but these just won't cut it here. So I'll say it this way: This movie is so stupid, that when I came home right after watching it, a Dutch romantic soap series was on on TV, and I thought "hey, this isn't actually all that bad."

Preposterously dreadful. Not one fucking thing here makes any sense! It's a film about a bunch of pricks, driving like pricks, talking & acting like pricks & generally being complete... well you know! Whilst being shat upon from a great height by Gatins abortion of a screenplay, you'll be subjected to every cheap camera & lighting trick in the book, as well as an almost offensive amount of direct to camera smoldering from Aaron Paul, and Michael Keaton's endless plot summerising. Urgghhh...

I freely admit that it's probably just because I was buzzed-to-drunk while watching (and stuffing my face with delicious reheated Mexican food), but I actually kinda sorta enjoyed this. Certainly more than the last Fast & Furious, which got so into its own series mythology it forgot about the damn cars. This flick, on the other hand, is all cars, all the time! So many races, so many chases, so much vehicular warfare.