Cliches make me nauseas. Seriously, there is something about cliches that make me feel physically ill. And after watching this movie for about ten minutes, I had begun considering whether or not to visit the local chemist for a home pregnancy test. The only reason I watched this sad endictment of modern film was because a)my housemate rented it, so I didn't have to pay for it; and b) I read somewhere that, despite the two previous films in the "Fast & The Furious" trilogy being utter butt-phlegm, this one was meant to be okay.
"Okay". This is the worst call ever to be made by a human being. I haven't even seen the first two, but I can say with all authority even if they are as horrible as this reality-defyingly bad piece of bathroom-rubbish-bin-scum, that still doesn't warrant the naming of this film to be anything higher than "fucking bullshit".
To describe this "film" to you in any greater detail would be giving it too much credit. I love bad films, but this goes beyond any kind of perverse love of all thing cheesy. Please do not watch this film. It is BAD. Rent Godzilla with Matthew Broderick instead.
