A sensual and artistic temperament racing movie

Keith 2022-04-22 07:01:02

The Fast and the Furious doesn't need to burn our adrenaline from start to finish. It has its own more unique and beautiful lens language: when Hunter lay on the ground and held the steering wheel to simulate the race in his mind, this very psychedelic image brought me back to Ang Lee's "Taking Woodstock" at once. That unreal carnival night. During this period, Hunter was approached by a strange beauty, and I didn't feel the slightest bit of excitement. Instead, I was annoyed by the interruption of this dreamlike scene.

Surprisingly, such a charming photographic picture runs through the film "Extreme Speed" throughout, and the scenes that make people's eyes shine are all bowed down, as if what they are enjoying at the moment is no longer a movie, but a show of action. A beautiful woman who exudes a strong literary atmosphere.

At the end of the film, Hans's lonely soundtrack ignites the ultimate battle at the Fuji Speedway, and the extremely poetic slow-motion photography sculpts the difficult time before death. In front of the god of death, they have achieved their respective legendary lives that complement each other. This is a beautiful feeling that we have never seen in "The Fast and the Furious".

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  • Deshaun 2022-03-25 09:01:05

    Super dummies have nothing to say

  • Doug 2022-03-23 09:01:09

    I thought there would be good people and bad people in Confucian social traditions, but it is not the case. Life is neither white nor black. The script is neat, the plot is compact, and the character reproduction is surprisingly high. It is a really good movie. 9.3/10, just because I watched two movies on the same day, and the one I watched first was called gravity.

Rush quotes

  • Niki Lauda: A wise man can learn more from his enemies than a fool from his friends.

  • [last lines]

    Niki Lauda: Of course he didn't listen to me. For James, one world title was enough. He had proved what he needed to prove. To himself and anyone who doubted him. And two years later, he retired. When I saw him next in London, seven years later, me as a champion again, him as broadcaster, he was barefoot on a bicycle with a flat tire, still living each day like his last. When I heard he died age 45 of a heart attack, I wasn't surprised. I was just sad. People always think of us as rivals but he was among the very few I liked and even fewer that I respected. He remains the only person I envied.