Conspicuously African-American to a fault,
with poorly placed beer product placements, and with a poignant send-off to the
cornerstone Paul Walker, (Fast and) Furious 7 keeps the franchise alive and
well through the level of SFX and make-believe that is only possible of
Hollywood. A sliver of a storyline, that is totally overshadowed by science-defying
stunts, the highlights of which appear to be driving off buildings and cliffs
without terminal impacts to man or machine. This one holds it together –
suspend all pretension to belief, and just enjoy
14/20
We watched this movie in a movie hall. Two guys next to us slept through most of it, and left when they were done with their nap. At the end of Legion, the verdict all across that this was about as much nonsense that an audience can take, was almost unanimous. Now to the movie. God has tired of the human race, and would like to end it by turning the human race into a set of ravenous zombies that in turn turn other people into zombies, and so on. No way, says Angel Michael – humans are still full of the milk of (human) goodness – and launches a crusade in hick-town motel Paradise Lost against pestilence, repeated waves of zombie attacks, tests of human weakness, and manages to protect the birth of a baby who will ostensibly redeem mankind. With all the ingredients of a movie that is a thinly veiled attempt to milk sequels, this B-Grader has “flop” written over it in bold. This one will vanish without a trace. The underlying theme though, executed by a worthy cast and scriptwriter, could have had some justice served
