So my dear friend and fellow Fantastic Fangirl, Jen, is visiting this weekend, and she’s brought some movies. We’ve watched The Fast and the Furious (2001) and are now watching Fast & Furious (2009), which is what the first movie would have been like if the characters had had personality traits.

These movies are clearly, unapologetically, B-movies, and they don’t exactly push my buttons, I can see the appeal. The car chases are really good, and Vin Diesel and Paul Walker spend a lot of time staring soulfully into each other’s eyes. They sort of make me want to see Vin Diesel in a better movie — in the first one, where everybody else seems to be reading lines off of cue cards, he declaims his, and it would at least be nice to see him with a competent director — but my understanding is that Vin Diesel doesn’t really make better movies.

The general impression is that Fast & Furious was made by somebody who saw the original The Fast and the Furious, and thought about it, probably more than it deserved. (Though not that much, don’t get me wrong; I wouldn’t slander this movie by suggesting it’s overly thoughtful). Though it’s basically the opposite of Terminator: Salvation, which I posted about the other night, which basically took an older, smarter, movie and made it dumber.

I’ve probably already given this more thought than it’s entitled to.

Tomorrow, the plan is sushi and Sherlock Holmes.