I’m Richard Roeper and coming up next, Dwayne Johnson, Paul Walker and Vin Diesel feel the need for speed in “Fast and Furious 6.” Don’t these guys care about gas mileage?
The customized racing machines in “Furious 6” pull off so many ridiculous stunts, I almost expected them to start talking to one another ala Lightning McQueen and Mater in “Cars.”
That’s really what this franchise is: a live-action cartoon series, and “Fast and Furious 6” is the fastest, funniest and most outlandishly entertaining chapter yet. I’m not kidding, I kinda loved this insanely stupid movie.
Whether we’re seeing stunt work or special effects or a combo platter, director Justin Lin keeps raising the bar. Vin Diesel’s Dominic Toretto and Paul Walker’s Brian O’Conner are in retirement, until Dwayne Johnson’s Hobbs shows up with a proposition they can’t refuse.
Soon the whole team is reunited, with Tyrese Gibson and Chris Ludacris Bridges providing most of the comic relief. A new addition: a CIA operative named Riley, played by Gina Carano. And man can she fight.
Luke Evans is just OK as super-villain Owen Shaw, the obligatory special ops legend turned ruthless super-villain. But who cares about the plot. It’s just an excuse to get the engines racing and the adrenaline pumping. We come to the “Fast and Furious” movies for the action, not the acting, but as the opening credits reintroduced us to the franchise, I realized I’d come to enjoy the main characters, as they careen between death-defying stunts and hokey barbecue scenes where they keep talking about the importance of family.
This is a movie that knows exactly what it wants to be and is almost always successful fulfilling that mission. And stick around for the teaser for “FF7.” It’s a howler.
I give “Fast and Furious 6” an A-, that’s right, an A-! I’m Richard Roeper and you can get all my reviews on Reelz and atrichardroeper.com.
I’m Richard Roeper and coming up next, the Wolfpack is back and the stakes have never been higher. It’s “The Hangover, Part III.” My review right now.
SPOILER ALERT! Incoming plot developments!
Weirdly enough, there’s no hangover in “The Hangover Part III.” Perhaps responding to criticism that the sequel was such a carbon copy, director Todd Phillips has delivered a film so different from the first two, I’m not even sure it’s supposed to be a comedy.
This time around Bradley Cooper’s Phil, Ed Helms’ Stu, Justin Bartha’s Doug and Zach Galifianakis’ Alan aren’t reunited for a party. They’re actually taking Alan to rehab when John Goodman’s Marshall and his henchmen run the boys right off the road. Now they’ve got to deliver the notorious Mr. Chow to Marshall, or the hapless Doug will die.
We keep waiting for the orgiastic party scene, the celebrity cameo, the cringe-inducing humor, the two-headed hookers, who knows what else, followed by the inevitable waking-up-on-the-floor hangover. And waiting.
There are a few big laughs—many of them given away in the trailer—and one terrifically choreographed scene set on the rooftop of Caesars Palace. But most of the time, the boys and Mr. Chow are involved in a rough game of cat-and-mouse—and when there’s violence, it’s not usually played for laughs. It’s played for violence.
Alan is by far the most interesting character in the “Hangover” movies and he gets a bulked-up role here, playing a 42-year-old man-child. He’s clearly deranged and in need of help, but you hope when they “fix” him, they don’t change him too much. That’s pretty much how it goes with “The Hangover, Part III.” They went for the big fix, but they might have changed things just a little too much. I give it a C+.
I’m Richard Roeper and you can get all my reviews on Reelz and at richardroeper.com.
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