2 Fast 2 Furious

For those who prize the pure unadulterated visceral adrenaline rush above any other sensation cinema has to offer, 2001’s rip-roaring racing-car flick The Fast And The Furious was the absolute ultimate. An idea so stunningly simple it bordered on genius, the result was one of the year’s top-grossing surprise smashes ($145 million), and given Hollywood’s increasing fondness of the sequel as a sure-fire bet, 2 Fast 2 Furious was bound to follow.

Though Vin Diesel is absent, 2 Fast 2 Furious otherwise slavishly and faithfully reheats the formula that worked wonders first time out: a fleet of supremely shiny, spankingly expensive great big colourful cars, and what FHM and Loaded will no doubt describe as ‘a mouth-watering array of very very scantily-clad girls’.

No more cerebrally challenging than the first, had there been slightly less gratuitous tit shots, this would cut it as the greatest film for ten-year-old boys in living memory. As it is, it’s a pretty enjoyable outing for what it is, and one for which the brain can safely be left at home.