It has been a long way since I started to watch the films of this saga. Like many people not crazy for the cars, the fifth installment was my gate for Fast and Furious, more centered in conventional action and heist than cool cars and races which not everybody would appreciate. I had the opportunity to see some wonderfully charismatic actors doing the great life of international car thieves and some similarly wonderful Vin Diesel stunts, and it was a point for me. The next film, now with the protagonists chasing a British ex-SAS who was tough to catch, was another opportunity to fill up my veins with adrenaline and watch those absurd car jumps and flies. I know many people didn't like the sixth film like the fifth, but I guess it was a tough act to follow.
And then the seventh came in. I was not exaggeratedly interested on this saga anymore, so it was more like a "ah, well, another one to my list". But, at a fatidical day, death struck, and Paul Walker left us all. I was shocked and saddened. I was not a fan of his, in fact he looked rather bland to me (the reader will can read a similar opinion in the article of his remake film Brick Mansions) compared with some of his casting pals, but I knew the saga would not the same with him. I went to the theater hoping to see how the production team had handled the problem to keep the movie's awesomeness, just that. Well, I also went to see one of my old jewels, Tony Jaa, and a fake rumor who made me believe that Michael Jai White would be on the film.
Initially, the film didn't rush me as much as the former ones. It was possibly that I had grew accustomed to the adrenaline, or that I expected everything which happened on it. They did an awesome work covering for Paul, but it was just that.
Only not. It was not just that.
Because months later, in a completely different context (I was slacking around on the mountains of my home Spain, if you are curious) I heard again that ending song, See You Again, and suddenly I felt many things I had felt while watching the film without noticing at the moment. Then I understood I had seen not only an action film, but a moving effort to make a heartfelt tribute to a fallen friend. Through that silly thing, everything got a new sense. And although the film might not be the best ever, then I knew it had been awesome for me.
Fast and Furious 7 or How Mr. Cieloazul reconciled with some things
It has been a long way since I started to watch the films of this saga. Like many people not crazy for the cars, the fifth installment was my gate for Fast and Furious, more centered in conventional action and heist than cool cars and races which not everybody would appreciate. I had the opportunity to see some wonderfully charismatic actors doing the great life of international car thieves and some similarly wonderful Vin Diesel stunts, and it was a point for me. The next film, now with the protagonists chasing a British ex-SAS who was tough to catch, was another opportunity to fill up my veins with adrenaline and watch those absurd car jumps and flies. I know many people didn't like the sixth film like the fifth, but I guess it was a tough act to follow.
And then the seventh came in. I was not exaggeratedly interested on this saga anymore, so it was more like a "ah, well, another one to my list". But, at a fatidical day, death struck, and Paul Walker left us all. I was shocked and saddened. I was not a fan of his, in fact he looked rather bland to me (the reader will can read a similar opinion in the article of his remake film Brick Mansions) compared with some of his casting pals, but I knew the saga would not the same with him. I went to the theater hoping to see how the production team had handled the problem to keep the movie's awesomeness, just that. Well, I also went to see one of my old jewels, Tony Jaa, and a fake rumor who made me believe that Michael Jai White would be on the film.
Initially, the film didn't rush me as much as the former ones. It was possibly that I had grew accustomed to the adrenaline, or that I expected everything which happened on it. They did an awesome work covering for Paul, but it was just that.
Only not. It was not just that.
Because months later, in a completely different context (I was slacking around on the mountains of my home Spain, if you are curious) I heard again that ending song, See You Again, and suddenly I felt many things I had felt while watching the film without noticing at the moment. Then I understood I had seen not only an action film, but a moving effort to make a heartfelt tribute to a fallen friend. Through that silly thing, everything got a new sense. And although the film might not be the best ever, then I knew it had been awesome for me.
See you again, Paul.