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 convoluted and silly, and comic-book-y... I can say all those things but I'm not being pejorative about any of it. It's exactly what you want from a big action-crazy cartoon.

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.

Roman and Tej have their banter, and Cena's Jakob brings some much needed self-deprecation, but Momoa's Dante is a delightfully catty bitch, and really saves Fast X from getting bogged down in the franchise's combo of gonzo idiocy and weepy telenovela.

Fast X devours every iteration of the franchise and spits the biggest, fastest, and most ridiculous parts back at you, sometimes without chewing.

Vin Diesel’s Dom is particularly monosyllabic and earnest (Vin does takes these films very seriously) but mostly the rest of the crew turn up in scenes that are so disparate that it’s hard to connect with them.

All that we liked about the franchise is there including monster motors, vaguely juvenile jousting (we did find it funny when we were younger and more confused) and a spot of street racing