Justin Lin's F9: The Fast Saga is an unbelievably expensive and shameless exhibition of all that has made this fearless fast-car franchise so bankable -- a negligible storyline (which I won't bother to recount here), neo-family values sanctimony, multi-culti casting and preposterous vehicle chases that defy the laws of physics. It's gotten so bad (or good, depending on your POV) that characters are now commenting on their own indestructibility. All of the bruising insanity is held together by Vin Diesel's inscrutable visage and his ability to maintain his composure (and facial expression) from the first implausible racing set piece to the big family dinner that has become the epilogue for the series. Wonderfully explosive stuff.
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