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"Shut up, man!"Each scene feels as though it was the result of the actors strolling onto the set, doing one take, saying, "Yep?" then popping off for lunch. The film was also the stage in the marathon at which I realised I missed Vin Diesel. When he pops up again (at the end of Tokyo Drift) it is like Gandalf's resurrection as Gandalf the White: the other characters are perfectly fine but there's only so long you can stand a drivelling Orlando Bloom.Instead of instilling in me a wish that the franchise come to a fiery and violent end, watching all seven of the films in 24 hours has made me look upon them very fondly, like an adopted son. I now harbour a perverse desire that the franchise continue well into the stars' old age, which isn't too far-fetched an idea; the words "one last job" were uttered three films ago, for god's sake.
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