Pedal-to-the-floor nonsense of the smashiest vehicular order continues in Fast X, but it's also one of the franchise's weaker efforts. The supposed "beginning of the end" for the franchise may make you smile at maximalist rubber-burnin' stupidity and guffaw aplenty, but clocking in over two hours and 20 minutes, the tank nears empty sooner than you'd hope.
An overly cluttered story executes like a toddler with too many toys who can't decide which to play with and loses itself to the ill-fated franchise pitfall of thinking too far into the future. It's brimming with series hallmarks from Corona toasts to emphatic family values, only to structure itself like a two-hour first act that smashes into the credits like Wile E. Coyote into a painted-on fakeout tunnel entrance.
