Arts Orbit

“Watching Fast Five is like lowering yourself into a simmering pot of contemporary American male fantasies, and it smells like sinewy flesh, burning rubber, bikini wax, motor oil, and saliva. This is a world where when a man makes $10 million, the first thing he does is to bet it on a drag race and/or the spin of a roulette wheel. Scantily-clad women are everywhere, but the men just take the women for granted—what the men really want is to wrestle with one another in tight embrace, grunting and thrusting and sweating into each other’s mouths.”