The Trailer for ‘The Fate of The Furious’ is Proof That The Franchise Needs to Die With Speed
I have been a fan of The Fast franchise long enough to scope it’s origin. The original starrer hit theaters back in 2001 and it was good enough to keep gasping for more. Hot guys, sexy girls and fast cars, set against the backdrop of a scene that was created for the benefit of hosting the adventurous who needed the freedom to ride or die.
To be honest, I was seduced into the culture after peeping 2 Fast 2 Furious. The unbeatable combination of Paul Walker and Tyrese Gibson as they soaked up the rays of Miami with the assistance of Eva Mendes, was amazingly cathartic — and reminded me of an updated version of Lethal Weapon. Both guys enjoyed an immensely charming rapport that spilled into the scenes that were grossly generic, but still managed to captivate because the bodies on screen moved with kinetic precision.
After that, I checked out. I didn’t even notice that the gang was back for the 2009 revival until the lead star and my secret crush— tragically passed away in 2013.
When Paul Walker died — I developed an unhealthy obsession with his career and life. I was in a vulnerable place at the time of his death, and that served as an unwelcome distraction. I maximized the videos on YouTube that displayed interviews from the past to the scorching present. I scoured Instagram and indulged in the sick fucks who like me couldn’t get enough of a man they had never met. The pages erected in his honor unleashed catalogs of images that highlighted his Hollywood existence with embarrassing bravado.
Yes, I ended up watching a marathon of all his films, which didn’t take as long as you would imagine and I definitely reconnected with the franchise that made him a household name.
I discovered that Fast Five was my favorite for obvious reasons and Fast and Furious 6 didn’t disappoint. Furious 7 was nostalgically necessary, and despite my grief — I was able to sit through it without dissolving into a puddle that only pathetic fans can wade in without a badge.
A couple of months before his tragic car crash, I was in bed watching 2 Fast and 2 Furious on TBS and it reminded me of a superstar that I kept forgetting because he was so super at the art of not being a star.
I searched him on the internet and saw an interview he gave to a group of giddy girls who had been assigned to cover the new face of Davidoff. He was open, honest and potent in his delivery. He never planned to be a movie star or a young father — but life happens. He worked at UPS and hoped to one day fulfill his dream of being a marine biologist. He was confident that his forties would give him the freedom to pursue his deepest desires.
Well, the last part will forever be a dream unrealized.
He died while filming Furious 7. It was violent and on par with how his character Brain O’Connor may have been written out of the script. Except, this was real life — and the people he left behind weren’t gifted with rehearsals to prepare them for the imaginable.
Furious 7 opened to box office glory — thanks to the efforts of Walker’s two younger brothers and the dedication of a movie studio that was determined to honor their fallen golden boy — while also honoring the duties that couldn’t be neglected or diminished.
Fast forward to the present and the saga continues.
The trailer for the eighth installment was just unleashed and the title says it all. The Fate of the Furious is in shambles, and we should be furiously concerned.
The bloated ceremony took place in Times Square. Months before — there was the circulation of the dispute between Vin Diesel and Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson as the two heavyweights apparently tried in vain to park their muscled egos away from the threats of grazing speculation.
Outlets had a field day reporting the big fight and then it was leaked that the Furious men were being set up for a plot that was to be revealed in due time.
Thanks to the trailer — we now know that The Fast Family will be broken at the hands of Dominic Toretto who will fall into the hands of a blonde maniac — played by Charlize Theron. How original!
My two cents if you care at all can be summarized in six words: Kill The Fast and The Furious.
The trailer clearly reveals why the franchise needs to perish as quickly as possible because the desperation is tragically detectable.
The over-exerted stunts, exotic locations and recruited star power is a glossy affair, but it strays so far away from the original blueprint that put the franchise on the map of success in the first place.
The story revolved around a makeshift family that did what they could to survive — and that included looting from vehicles racing to their destinations — and participating in a culture that was unlawful and yet jovially satisfying.
These kids came from nothing, but by the time Fast Five rolled around — it was clear that those sacrifices were paying off in more ways than one.
Now, the game has changed for the worst. The main players (Paul Walker, Sung Kang, Gal Gadot and Jordana Brewster) have been evaporated for reasons that couldn’t be avoided — and yet their absence is exacerbated by the entry of empty shells that don’t quite meet the standards of a tradition that promised an open road to familiar terrain.
But, that’s just the tip of the betrayal.
During the stunt in Times Square for the unveiling of the much-anticipated trailer, the star of the moment Vin Diesel, who famously documented his weary status after the death of his “brother” Paul Walker, admitted an untruth that left me Furious and confused.
Diesel, claimed that the concept for the franchise started from the street racing antics in New York City. Perhaps, the action star felt the need to hype up his surroundings by giving visible fans the validation they needed to keep his Facebook page thriving and the hope that his vision will continue beyond the sunset of the finish line.
But, Diesel lied.
The concept of The Fast and the Furious was borne from Paul Walker. He admitted this numerous times. I know this because I watched enough of his interviews and as much as I hate outing myself — I can’t help but share the fact that it was his idea to be the good cop gone bad who infiltrates a gang of misfits — loyal to a code and crazy about fast cars dominating a stretch of lanes that never end.
I have the evidence to prove it.
This isn’t the need to be right. This is a sad realization about the pitfalls of Hollywood and how lies and desperation become the fuel for the security of a legacy that was already secured long ago.
I’m sure The Fate of the Furious will be a hit. Enough of you will soak in the uninspired offering and give the gang another reason to come back for more.
I am definitely done. The saga began when Brian O’Connor unexpectedly found his family and risked it all to preserve them. It ended when he was unable to defend why street racing in Los Angeles was where it all began.
Ride or die. Remember?