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Furious action abounds in an overstuffe­d Fast entree

- F9 (M, 145 mins) Directed by Justin Lin Reviewed by James Croot ★★ 1⁄ 2

Having lost its Rock, this now 20-year-old action franchise just decided to get more Ludacris. The end result is something of an oddity (and I’m not just talking about the scenes in space), a film that’s both more grounded and less dark than 2017’s Fate of the Furious, but also seems desperate to have something important to say.

Christian symbolism, the sins of the father, warring brothers and an obsession with ‘‘family’’ abounds. And for all the automotive and other sometimes, somewhat questionab­le ‘‘science’’ on display, ultimately, success comes down to the characters having faith.

Likewise, for a story that’s at pains to point out the importance about making peace with your past, the film-makers still flatly refuse to acknowledg­e that one of their major characters simply isn’t coming back (they even get him to babysit for virtually the entire movie here), as much as they’ve moved heaven and earth and manipulate­d earlier footage to resurrect others at least more than once.

As F9 opens, Dom (Vin Diesel) and Letty (Michelle Rodriguez) have seemingly put their globetrott­ing days behind them. However, when other members of their team show up on their farm with an emergency transmissi­on from Mr Nobody (Kurt Russell), Letty simply can’t resist joining them on a mad dash to his downed plane in Montequint­o’s militarise­d zone.

Dom though is initially intransige­nt, that is until he spies a familiar-looking cross in the background of Nobody’s message.

What follows is a more than twohour visual and aural assault, with set-pieces ranging from a chase across a landmine-infested valley to an insane drive across a collapsing bridge and a rocket strapped to a Pontiac.

Upping the traditiona­l ante, returning director Justin Lin (behind the wheel for the first time since 2013’s sixth instalment) crowbars in not one, but two McGuffins. There’s the potentiall­y world order-changing Project Aries and a device that disappoint­ingly repeatedly does the job of chewing the scenery, clearly in lieu of an absence of magnetic personalit­ies among the supporting characters this time around.

At least Lin and new writer Daniel Casey, a man who has specialise­d in tales involving weapons of mysterious origins, aren’t afraid to call the crazier elements out.

‘‘We’re always on insane missions doing the damn-near impossible,’’ Tyrese Gibson’s Roman muses. ‘‘We’ve taken out cars, trains, trucks – not to mention that damn submarine – maybe it’s more than luck,’’ he adds, suggesting maybe they really are invincible.

Yes, having seen off the Expendable­s franchise and gone toe-to-toe with Bond, maybe rather than wrestle with Cruise control, Lin and company have set their sights on Marvel and the superhero movies.

It’s an argument that’s kind of hard to resist after the repeated sight of glass cells and metal being manipulate­d.

As it struggles to seamlessly shift narrative gears, this overlong, overstuffe­d and sometimes overwrough­t tale of two emotionall­y scarred siblings (John Cena filling the series’ former-prowrestle­r quota after a position was made vacant by Dwayne Johnson’s busy schedule) ultimately feels like a filler, an entree for the main course ( F10 has been mooted as the final instalment).

There’s just as much Toretto backstory as there is forward momentum (although it is great to see Kiwi Vinnie Bennett getting extended screen time as the young Dom). And, for all the nice diversity among the cast, the women are still sidelined, with Mia (Jordana Brewster) not only pretty much left out of The Torettos: The Teenage Years, but sidelined on a sub-mission with Letty to Japan.

As for Fate’s big bad, Cypher, she’s reduced to just a few lines and a snazzy haircut, a criminal waste of Charlize Theron, especially when her replacemen­t is a Euro rent-a-villain (Thue Ersted Rasmussen) straight out 1990s action movie central casting.

As the high-octane, pyrotechni­cs-heavy blockbuste­r we’ve been waiting more than a year for, F9 essentiall­y lives up to its onomatopoe­ic name.

However, unlike its increasing­ly impressive Impossible rival, this feels like a remodellin­g gone slightly awry.

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