I know it’s been in wide release for over two weeks and I know that the interest around deceased star Paul Walker has led to a global box office take that totals in the insane millions of dollars but there is no polite way to say this: Fast & Furious 7 is a terrible memorial for Paul Walker.
I realise that Mr. Walker’s untimely demise put a terrible dent in the filmmaking process, and I also realise that a lot of effort–digital and physical went into making his character an integral part of the storyline even though he died way before he had wrapped up his role in the film.
I know that the Fast movies were never big on narrative, it was all about the fast cars; and as the sequel numbers rose, the insanity of the stunts committed to celluloid. That is where this movie fails.
So you dropped fast cars out of a plane? Okay.
You drove a super expensive car so fast that you were able to smash through three super-tall, ultra-luxe buildings in the Middle East? Cool.
The stunts must have been terribly difficult to pull off but they had a very ho-hum effect on this viewer.
To my mind, the only stunt that served the purpose of generating an adrenaline rush in the audience is when they spun two cars around in synch so that one character could be whipped out of one car and into another. Those few seconds delivered that rush. The rest of the time: I just wanted the movie to end so I could go home.
We have forgiven stilted dialogue and unidimensional characters before, but seriously, the only reason that movie is making so much money is because of the emotional connection Mr. Walker’s fans are achieving, for one last time, from his presence on the big screen.
I really think he, and his fans, deserved better.