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The Fast and
the Furious: Tokyo Drift has all
the elements that spelled success for its predecessors: Speed, sex, and minimal dialogue.
The plot doesn't need explication; it's a nonsensical series of confrontations and standoffs that serve to get us from one race to ano
ther. Tokyo Drift can most accurately be described as a visual poem about screeching tires, crunching fiberglass, and sleek female skin, set to a killer soundtrack of Japanese pop and hip-hop.
The actors are only needed for tight close-ups of narrowed eyes or sweaty hands tightly gripping gearshifts, though Sung Kang, Better Luck Tomorrow, stands out as a vaguely philosophical hoodlum with deadpan charisma.
The curved bodies of
the cars and
the luscious flesh of
the women are both shot with a fetishistic hunger.
The "drift" style of racing--in which
the cars are allowed to slide in order to take sharp turns at high speeds--grabs your eyes;
there's a strange, spectral beauty to rows of cars sliding sideways down a mountain road at night. Also starring Lucas Black (Friday Night Lights) as our wheel-happy hero; Bow Wow (Roll Bounce) as
the scam-artist comic relief; and martial arts legend Sonny Chiba (Kill Bill) as a yakuza big shot. --Bret Fetzer
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