The Fast and the Furious

Husband convinced me to watch the first two movies in this franchise with him. I've never seen them before, because honestly if you name any famous movie it's a crapshoot whether I'll have seen it or not. I don't watch that many movies.

My admiration of Vin Diesel's ... um, acting skills and artistic depth ... got me through the first one more or less enthusiastically. The 2000s street fashion was a mortifying trip down memory lane, though. (In the early 2000s I was at an age where I looked forward to one day growing enough boobs to support my very own Von Dutch-branded tube top. I never did grow enough boobs to do it confidently, but I eventually grew enough fashion sense not to try.)

The second one was disappointing due to its conspicuous lack of Vin Diesel and abortive attempt at Serious Plot. Husband assures me that in a couple more sequels time, the creators will realise what movie they're making and embrace the mindless cheesy adrenaline to its most glorious max. Which means he's  clearly planning for us to watch all of them. I shouldn't have told him about my pledge to consume more new media this year. Muscle car porn wasn't really the mind-enlarging experience I envisioned for myself on January 1st. How many of these things actually are there?

Oh well. I kind of ship Vin Diesel with the blondie undercover cop who broke his trust and then threw away everything to earn it back. I know his name's Brian/Bryan but I can't be bothered googling it to find out which, the movie hasn't earned that level of investment. I hope Vin Diesel comes back in the next one.