Watching the Fast & Furious
movies is a lot like getting stuck in a bar with a loud, muscle-bound drunk in an Ed Hardy shirt. At first, he's pretty off-putting. Then you have a few rounds with him and realize he's not really that bad. And five in, you start to realize the dude's pretty fun. Sure, he's loud, brash, gawdy, stupid, sexist, intense and tends to ramble incoherently, but he's still really not that bad. And after six rounds—which is where we are in the F&F
series—you really kinda like him. You've become a little numb, and it's fun to watch him do crazy shit out of the blue. Maybe he'll smash a pint over his head. Or drive a fuckin' tank down a busy highway, smashing into everything he sees. Maybe his homie The Rock will show up, or his hot friend Gina Carano. And maybe they'll fight each other. Then he'll get a little incoherent, and you'll start to lose interest. Until he totally fucking flips out and starts blowing up everything he can see. And then he's kind of awesome again. Maybe you're just drunk, but you kind of want to keep hanging out with him. And next morning, you've pretty much forgotten what went down. But at least you remember it was fun.