This is just wrong, man. Vin Diesel was really good — genuine, centered, straight-arrow vibes — for nine years. First out of the box was Strays, an autobiographical piece which he directed. And then a smallish supporting role in Saving Private Ryan — nothing special but solid. And then Boiler Room, Rob Cohen‘s The Fast and the Furious and finally — this was major — Diesel’s performance as an amiable, lower-level mafia guy in Sidney Lumet‘s Find Me Guilty. I began to lose the feeling with Cohen’s xXx (’02), to be honest, but Find Me Guilty put me back on the train. Diesel was doing something back then, and he could always bounce back.
