In the near future, a weary Logan cares for an ailing Professor X, somewhere on the Mexican border. However, Logan's attempts to hide from the world, and his legacy, are upended when a young mutant arrives, pursued by dark forces.
Now that Dom and Letty are on their honeymoon and Brian and Mia have retired from the game-and the rest of the crew has been exonerated-the globetrotting team has found a semblance of a normal life. But when a mysterious woman seduces Dom into the world of crime he can't seem to escape and a betrayal of those closest to him, they will face trials that will test them as never before. From the shores of Cuba and the streets of New York City to the icy plains off the arctic Barents Sea, the elite force will crisscross the globe to stop an anarchist from unleashing chaos on the world's stage... and to bring home the man who made them a family. Written by
Several Manhattan scenes, including the one where Dom stops to "fix" his car, take place in alleyways. In reality, Manhattan has only a handful of alleys, none of them in the vicinity of Midtown where Dom stopped. See more »
We swap in parts from Fords... Plymouths and Cadillacs. My grandfather bought it in 1957. When he died, it passed to my father. Then my brother, and now me.
[in Spanish, to Letty]
Look at this. This is an engine from a boat.
Whatever it takes to keep it running
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'The Fate of The Furious,' or Stop Worrying and Love the 'Fast and Furious' Films
There are a lot of questions posed throughout The Fate of The Furious. Sometimes they are a single word ("Toretto?"), sometimes they are more of an imperative ("What's it gonna be, rook?"), and sometimes they are philosophical ("Why are they shooting at me?")
Then there is the question that ultimately confronts anyone for whom this movie is an introduction to Hollywood's most absurd and unlikely franchise: What the hell is wrong with you, you idiot? For those of us who foolishly slotted the Fast and Furious and its brethren to the NASCAR/ Saw movies file as the rare pop culture phenomenon you allowed yourself to avoid, this movie is the one where you wave the white flag and finally, happily, give in to the turbo-charged ridiculousness spearheaded by that soulful lunk Vin Diesel and his band of super buff gearheads.
The narrative thrust of this filmand the movie is pretty much all velocity and thrustcomes from the betrayal by Diesel's Dom Toretto of his beloved crew at the behest of Charlize Theron's Cipher, who seems to possess the ultimate leverage over him on her cell phone. "You are going to work for me, betray your code, and shatter your family," she says to Toretto, which is pretty much the same pitch Travis Kalanick uses to lure talent from Google over to Uber. Theron is terrific in the part, confident enough to let her cheekbones and crazy yarn hair do most of the acting. Of all the unexplainable and logic-defying feats portrayed in the film, Theron's hairand how she maintains it onboard the satellite and prison equipped airplane in which she spends most of the moviemay take top prize. Indeed, when they flash a dossier for her mysterious character on one of the various informational screens that bleep and bloop throughout the movie, it is revealed that her hair color is, "Unknown." Yes, and like her steely intentions, perhaps unknowable.
Most of the rest of the assembled are returnees, the glittering jewel of which is Jason Statham's Deckard Shaw, who gets to antagonize Dwayne Johnson while simultaneously saving the Earth as a conscripted member of the crew. The British actor has more charisma than he knows what to do with. His balletic airborne martial arts dance while holding a baby is not only one of cinema's cleverest John Woo tributes, but a joyfully absurd way to kick off the summer movie season. We all are that baby, cooing as we are flung about with seeming abandon but also with the utmost care.
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