Richard and I watched this movie last night. The Fast and Furious franchise continues to showcase fast car, hot girls, and boys and girls who get the thrill out of speed.
I love driving. I don't even have a pimped up car, but I love driving on a country road in New Zealand, the scenery is great, I can go fast, and you don't have to worry about anything.
New Zealand has a speed limit of 100 km/hr, and to be honest, we don't have good quality European car or road that's good enough for some serious fast driving. My boss who had moved away said that in Dubai you can drive up to 160km/hr, and when you take a driver license test, you have to maneuver your car at that speed. Fair enough. If you want to drive that fast, you have to know what to do in an emergency and you should practice driving at that speed to learn how to control the car.
Sean is a troubled teenager living with his mother. He moved around a lot because he's a boy racer. His mum had enough of him so she sends him to live with his father in Tokyo, a naval officer living in a small house in the big city.
Welcome to Tokyo. Culture shock is spelled out with wearing slippers in classroom and strange seafood lunches to Sean. These are not the hardest thing to get used too, though. Racing in carparks, on the windy mountain road, or in the fishing harbour, you have to use a new style of driving: drift, which Sean doesn't know in the beginning.
Han took him under his wing and teaches him how to control the car in tight corners, even the fishermen know that he can't drift! The American jockeys are replaced by Japanese gangster kids, and blonde bombshells are substituted by fallen angels. Teenagers spend their time modifying their car for racing, finding thrill in speed in a place where space is gold. They don't want to live a routine life like all the other people, they want to go fast when they are young and live life to the full. This movie is about people who have potential to do the right thing, to focus their energy on something that doesn't have to be bad. I think that people who likes to race should be trained as professional drivers, and perhaps that's too mainstream. Maybe they just don't like rules. However, if you want to drive a fast car, then why don't you drive a formula one? If you like adventure, why don't you get trained as a soldier? These professions are there for people who seek danger.
I think I am little bit too old for fast car, but I am not going to give up my little gray Toyota Corona. It's not very fast, but if you want to drive it, you can drive it well.
To all the car lovers out there: drive safe and enjoy.
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