I had the misfortune of watching 2 Fast 2 Furious recently, during a dull night with nothing else on. Although the first movie was far from being a factual exposé on underground street racing, the piss-take-o-meter was off the scale this time around.
Cars with more gears than John Connor’s motorbike and a story straight out of the Big Book of Hokey Hollywood Plots left me feeling dumber for sitting through the whole thing. I’m quite confident I wont be remotely interested if they decide make another sequel.
It would appear that graduates from the Michael Bay school of over the frickin’ top movie direction are having no problem finding work.