| 2Fast 
					2Furious  Let me 
					get these disclaimers out upfront: I know nothing about cars 
					except a smattering about the Batmobile and the Arrowcar, 
					and I did not see The Fast and the Furious. The good 
					news about 2Fast 2Furious is that these are not hindrances 
					to enjoyment of the film. But don't let that mislead you into 
					thinking that it's particularly enjoyable.
				    A rare 
					sequel can get away with doing something different than the 
					first film, by either exploring or building another corner 
					of the world previously established. If that fails, a creative 
					team can always just offer something fresh. Instead, 2Fast 
					2Furious offers apologies for not having Vin Diesel as 
					Dominic Toretto, by wedging in a new character with even deeper 
					ties to returning lead Brian O'Conner (Paul Walker).
				    That 
					apology can be accepted, as singer/actor/model Tyrese has 
					as much charisma as Diesel. Or maybe that's just in comparison 
					to the blank slate pretty boy that is Walker. In either case, 
					Tyrese offers some fun when the script doesn't, stealing the 
					film from everyone else with greater ease than the misbegotten 
					heist that forms the centerpiece of it.
				    Opening 
					with a candy rave of a street race in Miami, the film shows 
					some early promise. Short a racer, street impresario Tej (Ludacris) 
					calls in O'Conner, disgraced from the LAPD for his actions 
					in the previous film. But that background is almost completely 
					unimportant. What's clear now is that O'Conner has become 
					a legendary and feared racer that nobody wants to take on, 
					except perhaps the super-pouty Suki (Devon Aoki).
				    The tragically 
					fallen director John Singleton stages the four-way race with 
					a good sense of excitement. Though no driver has a communications 
					device, Singleton crosscuts among them all "chatting" to each 
					other. All you need is one "stay on target…" and this would 
					be the assault on the Death Star instead of public standards 
					of road behavior.
				    Still, 
					it drips with goofy fun. Perhaps the Miami street racing scene 
					is as outrageous and over the top as its club scene always 
					seems to be in movies. Alas, 2Fast 2Furious never tells 
					us. Though the racers occasionally reappear to remind us of 
					the general setting, after that initial race, O'Conner is 
					busted and brought before U.S. Customs, who need his mad driving 
					skills to go undercover and help take down a notorious drug 
					lord.
				    Coincidentally, 
					they already have a woman on the inside of the drug lord's 
					operation: Monica Clemente (Eva Mendes). The coincidence comes 
					from her having already been checking out O'Conner at the 
					race, because her job is …to recruit drivers for the drug 
					lord.
				    Even 
					more improbably, Customs needs O'Conner to have a partner. 
					As the one agent they have groomed apparently knows less about 
					cars than I do, O'Conner demands they bring in his 
					old buddy Dominic Toretto - wait, no, Diesel opted out - make 
					that Roman Pearce.
				    The film 
					shifts into neutral as they go about bringing in Pearce. It 
					seems the two old buddies had a falling out, the whys of which 
					get resolved long past the point that we care. Several scenes 
					just repeat the same pattern: the two argue monosyllabically, 
					with their old grudge played as the barest of subtexts.
				    Once 
					they actually go undercover, however, the script allows Pearce 
					to have some personality beyond bitter ex-con. His past informs 
					his character but does not control it, and Tyrese really shines.
				    But the 
					movie never really gains that same control over itself. It 
					trolls through a turgid and hoary plot that belongs on a Saturday 
					afternoon Cinemax time-filler, with occasional crowbarred 
					excuses for street racing sequences. It's like car pornography, 
					with the nitrous injection as the money shot.
				    Most 
					of the actors seem to know it, too, playing everything pretty 
					much one-note. Aside from Tyrese, only Ludacris and Cole Hauser 
					as the drug lord, Carter Verone, bring any sort of real personality 
					to their efforts.
				    In particular, 
					Hauser is worthy of note for trying not to stoop to the easy 
					stereotypes. For the most part, the actor underplays the role, 
					making it a little more believably menacing. A couple of early 
					scenes have him in the worst latino make-up since George Chakiris 
					in West Side Story, but that fades over time. As well, 
					Hauser foregoes using an offensive accent, showing restraint 
					in his voice as well as his general demeanor. It seems, however, 
					that that choice came in looping, because there's a brief 
					gag involving Tyrese making fun of the way Verone talks.
				    And such 
					postproduction accidents are simply signs of sloppy filmmaking. 
					You can almost forgive a tired plot if everybody involved 
					acted like they care. When the behind-the-scenes people don't, 
					well, why should we?
				    At one 
					point, Tyrese turns to Walker and says, "You're going to try 
					that Dukes of Hazzard s***, aren't you?" That was the moment 
					that I realized that I'd rather see Bo and Luke ride again 
					than this pair, even though we're clearly set up for a Faster 
					and Furiouser.
				    Please, 
					people, don't let that happen. Just wait for Cinemax.
				   
				   
				   
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