A Bluray of the most HE-loathed movie of 2015 arrived two or three days ago. The second I opened the package the stomach acid returned. “What’s wrong is that movies like this are deathly boring and deflating and toxic to the soul. They’re anti-fun, anti-life, anti-cinema, anti-everything except paychecks. Furious 7 is odious, obnoxious corporate napalm. It is fast, flashy, thrompy crap that dispenses so much poison it feels like a kind of plague. Wan’s film is certainly a metaphor for a kind of plague that has been afflicting action films for a good 20-plus years.” — from my 3.31.15 review.
