2 FAST 2 FURIOUS

Much of 2 Fast‘s running time is taken up by scenes in which our heroes and their pursuers drive flame-spewing autos of dubious street legality at triple-digit speed through crowded highway traffic. Amazingly, not a single innocent bystander is clipped and sent flying over a guard-rail. Why? Because shots of paramedics using the Jaws of Life to free from wreckage a soccer mom with a steering column where her ribcage used to be isn’t sexy? Content-free, 2 Fast exists for purposes of visual stimulation only, like a video game, so, of course, anything approaching
| 2 FAST 2 FURIOUS Dir. John Singleton; writ. Michael Brandt; feat. Paul Walker, Tyrese, Eva Mendes (R) |
dirty reality is stricken from the record. Yes, there’s a story somewhere, something about disgraced cop Brian O’Conner (Paul Walker) and his buddy, convict Roman Pearce (Tyrese), having their Infinite Jest sized rap-sheets expunged courtesy of the Feds if they can infiltrate a money-laundering cartel, but really, it’s more of an excuse than a plot. Like many similarly minded films, this one will taut the “white knuckles” and “sweaty palms” it produces. Among some of the other things that bring about similar reactions: hornets in a frenzy, root canals, heart attacks. In other words, the unceasing growl and flash of 2 Fast does nothing but aggravate. At least Mechanized Death had a sense of purpose. •
This article appears in Jun 11-17, 2003.
