Fast X

While Fast X still delivers on propulsive stunts and fan service, as the 10th instalment and with the promise (or is that a threat?) of at least two more, it’s starting to run out of road.

The best thing about this movie is Jason Momoa. He just said "You know what, guys? I'm going to pull the top off this one and let it rip."

Fast X continues the franchise’s mission to scale bigger and campier heights, and there are moments that will have you full-volume hooting and hollering in your seat, but it’s undone by the gravest sin of this cinematic universe: it breaks up the family.

It's been a long time on the road but Jason Momoa's maniac villain gives the franchise a jolt.

It’s overlong and over-the-top, but the real trouble is that when a series like this starts acknowledging its its own absurdities, they become harder to enjoy.

If action/adventure fans are willing to throw logic out the window, they’ll like what they see.

Sure, there's massive plot holes, but the latest in this unstoppable franchise is still undeniably fun.

Fast X is big dumb fun in its purest form, an example of a troubled production turning into a diamond under pressure. Guilty or not, there’s no mistaking the pleasure at the center of Fast X.

It's a 141-minute barrage of car carnage, beautiful women gyrating in short skirts, street races, insane tricks, explosions, double crosses, globe-trotting missions and Dom’s iconic black Dodge Charger R/T. Vroom-vroom.

Fast X has many inconsistencies. It has plenty of mediocre performances and egregious attempts at fan service, too. But it doesn't matter. No one who pays money to see the TENTH installment in The Fast and the Furious watches the film for these reasons.