When I was in college, Fast and Furious was still a pure drag racing series. The engine roared, the hot girl twisted the waist, the gears and muscles collided, and the problem of drag racing was solved only by drag racing. Screwdriver and wrench.
It wasn't until one day that Dwayne Johnson joined, and the speed began to change. Later, the arrival of Guoda Statham made this change even more out of control. Since then, the drag racing guy has turned from a technical worker position and a wild driver to a super agent who catches turtles in the sky and the moon, as if he picked up a credit card that can't be used, and a sports car doesn't want money. It's easier to change than to take off clothes. If you used to say that only the sky is their limit, but when the Super 9 is in space, I can only say that I really didn't know there was a sky outside the sky.
The change from the Fast and Furious series truly reflects the saying that men are teenagers until they die. When we were young, we thought that playing glass balls, playing 4x4s, and yo-yo would bring world peace. When we grew up, we thought that football, basketball, and tennis would It can make the earth turn, and we can still see juvenile feelings in the current speed after we become adults - driving to cure a serious illness, if there is a problem that cannot be solved by driving, then change the movie quickly, maybe cooking in the next movie can save it universe.
When Speedy gradually moves from a specific type of film to a popcorn film with star-studded, explosive scenes, bizarre plots and nothing to do with racing, should we cherish the purity of the first few films in this series? When the sensory stimulation is short, fast and shallow, can we calm down and listen to a song and slowly tell a broken thought?
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