Oct 01, 2014
"Fast and Furious 7"-I mean... I didn't say anything at all. I don't know if this film is a rip-off, but it's either a spin-off to "Top Gun", or "Need for Speed: The Continuing Adventures of Jesse Pinkman"... or just a film based on the video game "Need For Speed" that just happens to feature Aaron Paul (Walker! It is a rip-off!). I don't know if there's any "just happens to" about this film's casting, because there's no way Paul didn't get ahold of this script, see the title, and then join the filmmakers in breaking out into a lung-cramping laugh. For goodness' sake, they brought Michael Keaton... probably back to life in this film, probably to trick that one idiot into thinking that the Batmobile will show up or something. This is fan service to somebody, and it's likely more of one to "Breaking Bad" fans than it is to fans of this video game, because seriously, movies based on video games haven't had that good of a track record, and this director is the same guy who did "Act of Valor". Jeez, I say that like people still remember "Act of Valor", or this video game series, for that matter, although, in all fairness, I don't exactly keep up with video games too much, and it even took me forever to get around to "Breaking Bad"... as in right after the series ended. Speaking of which, it's not like the popularity of this game series matters, because you know that most people are going to see this film to see Aaron Paul in something whose title references speed of some sort... and maybe to see if the Batmobile shows up, but don't go in expecting anything nearly as good as "Breaking Bad", or, well, as smart.
George Gatins' script is as spotty as anything in this somewhat lazily basic action flick, and if it fails to get flimsy with storytelling, then it can always fall back on ludicrous set pieces and trite dialogue, punctuated by some forced and cornball comic relief which, for all its charm, rarely ameliorates the lazy sense of conventionalism that is almost more prominent within the characterization. Well-portrayed though they may be, the characters are very hard to get invested in, for they are so stock, disingenuous and, well, improbable, being consistent heights in clichés that never seem to abate in this paint-by-numbers gearhead fluff piece which does virtually nothing new with its handling of inconsequential subject matter. There's not any real juice in this brainless and weightless story concept, which is fluffy, and well-handled and fun on that level, but is essentially nothing special, with a great deal of laziness, and when the film tries, it tries too hard. I must admit that the quintessential death of a friend which wraps up this motor flick's development segment is nailed with surprisingly thorough effectiveness, but beyond that, the cloying sentimentality in Scott Waugh's direction only stresses how melodramatic this story is, that is, when dramatic elements are actually forced over a preposterous plot that only gets more ridiculous as it progresses, with over-the-top, overly dangerous action and an improbable series of events. No matter how fun, this film is nothing if not lame-brain, and yet, it still manages to be convoluted, forcing the shifts in its plotting, and crowbarring in one predictable element after another, bloating the film exhaustingly, until it comes out to a runtime of exactly 130 minutes. That is way, way, way too blasted long for a film this light in weight, which tries way too hard to endear viewers, but only distances them further with the excessiveness that, by contrast, emphasizes the lazy ludicrously, thinness and well, stupidity, of this utterly inconsequential, paint-by-numbers action flick. Enjoying this film is a matter of turning your brain off, a challenge that is pressing, and grows more so as the skull of the film, with the plot, thickens, but is doable, made easier by a cast that is probably more than this film deserves.
This film drops the ball when it comes to drawing unique and distinguished, or even believable characters, yet it is working with a talented cast, which is given nothing to do, but does what it can, with Scott 'Kid Cudi' Mescudi, Ramón Rodríguez and Rami Malek, as the lead's improbably colorful and eccentric crew members, delivering on sparkling charm and chemistry, while the underused Michael Keaton, as a reclusive gearhead of an underground race competition host, and the cute Imogen Poots, as the somewhat grounded, yet cool female companion, sell. More than anything this film is a "vehicle" for Aaron Paul, whose flawed, but tough and human protagonist role is generic something awful, and makes Paul come off as a little flat, but plenty of confident charisma, and a couple key dramatic stretches, further reflect Paul's potential, and make the lead surprisingly endearing, a reflection of some sort of taste that is not within the storytelling, not unlike the film's original soundtrack. Now, the songs on the soundtrack are generally alright, to my surprise (Even a borderline butchery of covers of "Fortunate Son", "Back in the Saddle" and "All Along the Watchtower" are okay), but it's Nathan Furst's score that most impresses, probably more than it should, featuring some touching post-rock and ambient elements, punctuated by edgier, neoclassical and industrial flavors that, while formulaic, are creative enough to grip on a musical level, and in the context of the film's most tense moments. Also more aesthetically sound than it probably should be is Shane Hurlbut's cinematography, which is not special enough to be consistently stunning, especially when almost haunting darker shots are abandoned, yet is crisp in definition and broad enough in scale to draw you in, polishing lavish visuals that range from distinct settings, to cars that, practically pornographic in their presentation to gearheads, are just plain gorgeous, you know, up until they soar through debris or get smashed to bits. To be so blasted long, this film is constantly moving, and just before it gets a chance to slow-down, action-packed racing or chase sequences are brought to play, well worth waiting for, what with the whipflash pace, high-flying dynamics and brutal chaos, all backed by a lively, if frantic style that goes defined by dynamic camera angles, noisy sound design, and Paul Rubell's and Scott Waugh's flashy editing. Whether he be co-editing the action or directing it, Waugh's efforts really come to life amidst largely inconsequential, but wildly entertaining action, and outside of that, there's not much in the way of realization in his handling of a simultaneously lame-brain and overblown story, although what he does handle with some inspiration endears enough to save the final product. This film would have fallen flat if it wasn't for one key factor: entertainment value, because for all of its stupidity, excess and flatness, the final product is always a whole lot of fun, with enough redeeming qualities to make it a decent, if flimsy watch.
When the speed finally dies down, the final product all but crashes and burns against its own inconsequentiality, stressed by trite scripting, paper-thin characterization, cliches, sentimental melodramatics, ever-intensifying ridiculousness, and a convolutedly excessive plot and runtime, but through a charismatic cast, excellent score and cinematography, lavish visuals, stellar action and lively, tightly paced direction, Scott Waugh's "Need for Speed" manages to inch its way into decency as a fun and reasonably endearing, if lame-brain and inconsequential, pain-by-numbers motor action flick.
2.5/5 - Fair
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