You guys! If the bro-tacular 'splosions in the "Fast & Furious 6" Super Bowl trailer left you wanting more, well good news, dudes. Pull out a Red Bull and sit back because a full three-minute, steroid-pumped, gasoline-soaked trailer is here for the sequel. Get ready because Toretto still has some tank tops to wear.
This time around, The Rock has some unfinished business, which inevitably leads to Dom rounding up the crew again and does it actually fucking matter because cars are jumping out of fucking jetplanes. Luke Evans is the bad guy who gets to sneer a lot, but sorry, we were too busy look at the goddamn tanks and shit everywhere. This all looks like high-octane, very expensive ridiculousness and audiences know exactly what they're buying a ticket for (and why some folks are even bothering to investigate whether certain stunts are realistic or not misses the point completely).
So grab your best bros, and your lady bros, and strap in on May 24th. Gnarly.
I'm in Toretto.
I really hope you bros aren't being sarcastic with this post. This movie is going to own and turn you Terry Malick fans into true Americans. Sure you can get deep about the meaning of love in war, the significance of space time in shaping our destiny, and get down with some sweet Fisk production design, but what you really need is some fast cars, babes, explosions, and Vin Diesel. USA!!!!