I woke up this morning to the news that the Fast and Furious franchise has done it yet again. It seems as though this team can do no wrong. What more can you ask for in a feature film other than fast cars, beautiful women, and riveting edge-of-your-seat explosions through the screen that make your lips quiver, your head swirl, and your toes curl?
From the Philippines to the US, people world-wide packed theatres this weekend dropping an estimated $532.5 million on the franchise. With those opening numbers, The Fate of the Furious has set a new international record for having the greatest debuting box office record of all times. What a time to be alive indeed.
It is amazing to see, and to be part of, the inexhaustible power of the medium of film. It is also important to see that in a time filled with such universal disarray, unrest, and angst, it is film that can continue to globally distract us and yet connect us on such a powerful level.
A friend of mine from China sent me a message last night telling me that Fast 8 is a must-watch. I turned on the radio this morning and its record-breaking numbers were top international news. On the metro to work I overheard riders sharing movie-spoilers. When I arrived at work, my browser opened up to ads of news stories, world-wide, sharing their take on the weekend box office numbers.
For a moment, I was so inundated with all this Fast 8 information that I was filled with excitement to watch it. I failed to tune in to the more pressing, and dare I say more important, world-issues that are so prevalent at this time. If that isn't power, I'm not sure what is.
So. I have a date coming up, and although usually outside of my best-date-choices menu, perhaps I'll suggest that we spend a whopping 2 hours and 40 minutes of mind numbing freedom-from-reality in a movie theatre seeing what all the fuss is about.