Rob Cohen’s car-racing thriller is noisy, thinly plotted and good fun when it lets the driving do the work. Vin Diesel gives it authority, and the practical stunts compensate for a crime story that needs tidying.
The Fast and the Furious is good, undemanding entertainment, provided the cars are part of the attraction. Rob Cohen understands the appeal of watching people who take driving seriously, even when the crime story gives us little reason to do the same. The customised vehicles invite close inspection, and the film gives them plenty. At 106 minutes, it has enough sense not to turn this interest into a lengthy obligation.
Vin Diesel supplies the human reason to stay. His Dominic Toretto has an authority that makes the surrounding fascination with him plausible, and Diesel takes the character seriously without asking us to mistake him for a complicated man. Paul Walker, as Brian O’Conner, is a lighter presence, useful in a film that could otherwise become oppressive with male self-importance. Their scenes give the racing some personal weight, even when the writing leaves the relationships looking simpler than they should.
Ericson Core’s cinematography is particularly effective in the Southern California locations, which give this car-centred world somewhere recognisable to exist. The attention to bodies and customised bodywork explains the attraction more efficiently than the dialogue. Waldemar Kalinowski’s production design encourages the same close inspection, although it offers less to anyone who regards a car as transport. The film makes its enthusiasm easy to understand without requiring us to share every last bit of it.
The driving is the strongest reason to watch. We were gripped by the lorry-heist action, because the difference in scale between a lorry and a car makes the danger immediately comprehensible. The practical stunt work gives that danger weight, and the digital assistance usually avoids drawing attention away from it. Cohen is good at making speed feel risky; during these stretches, getting through the next few seconds matters more than sorting out the plot.
Editors Dallas Puett and Peter Honess keep the action moving, but the crime story is harder to follow than it needs to be. The screenplay by Gary Scott Thompson, Erik Bergquist and David Ayer struggles to make its complications interesting enough to justify the effort of untangling them. Michelle Rodriguez as Letty Ortiz and Jordana Brewster as Mia Toretto receive less attention than the male drivers and their vehicles. Both make us wish the film would spend more time with them.
BT’s music is less memorable than the engines, which gradually become wearing through sheer persistence. There are passages when the sound seems determined to provide excitement that the stunts have already supplied. We enjoyed Cohen’s willingness to make a straightforward racing thriller, but there are stretches when turning down the volume would improve it. The noise makes the quieter appeal of Diesel’s presence easier to appreciate.
As a hot-rod film, it delivers the essential pleasure of people doing difficult things at speed. Its character work is broad, but Diesel gives it enough conviction to survive a script that often needs his help. The action earns the attention that the criminal complications occasionally squander. Choose it for the driving, and allow the police work a little less scrutiny.