Franchise it may be, but The Fast and the Furious doesn’t care about all of that. Furious 7 picks up where Six left off, and also ties together loose ends from the third installment. After defeating the previous super-villain, Dominic Toretto (Vin Diesel) and Brian O’Connor (Paul Walker) are back in Los Angeles as free men. But the bliss is short-lived, thanks to one Deckard Shaw (Jason Statham), hell-bent on avenging his brother. But the plot details are largely irrelevant in what is an unnecessarily complicated plot. What matters here are the thrills: Cars are driven off airplanes, a drone attacks the streets of Los Angeles, and Paul Walker leaps off a bus as it's falling off a cliff. In classic Furious spirit, just when you think it can’t get more ridiculous, it does. It’s all about instant gratification, the thrill of the chase and the exhilaration of speed. It doesn’t all have to make sense, or even conform to the laws of gravity; it’s just 134 minutes of pure adrenaline.