Even people who have had driver's licenses long enough to think of cars as transportation instead of thrill rides might get a kick out of the sheer preposterousness of the latest Fast and Furious movie.
It's called, simply, Furious 7. Apparently, this time so much attention was given to spectacular action that even the title was neglected. Entertainment Weekly says, "the story makes absolutely no sense," but it also credits Furious 7 with "some of the most exhilarating stunts ever put on film," and it doesn't even mention my favorite idiocy, in which a supercar goes sailing out one window and into another between the 90th (or so) floors of the three towers of that tallest-hotel-in-the-world in Dubai. You may prefer the cars that jump out of parachutes, but others seem to favor Paul Walker running uphill on the roof of a bus that's teetering on the edge of a cliff and-- well, there's more to the scene than that.
Nobody expects you to believe any of the special stuff, and the comic-book audiences will surely have no problem, although Furious 7 is not a real comic-book movie, it just shares the degree of realism with one.
Action is so nearly continual that there's no time for stories, which consist almost entirely of the familiar old device of the villain of a past movie having a brother who seeks revenge on the hero who brought him down. Acting sequences don't consist of much more than segues, and there are no efforts to engage our emotions.
After all my griping about brainless action movies, I'm not proud of myself for enjoying Furious 7. But I do love big orange-and-black explosions, and I don't know when I've ever seen so many.
