Always a well-tended franchise, (Fast &) Furious 7 is, well, I'm gonna say it...here it comes...nice. Yes, it's very nice and, yes, sentimental.
Oh there's plenty of things blowing up in new and sensational ways, of course, but this is a movie you could take your "average" eleven year-old to and not worry.
There's violence but it's of the bloodless, superhero variety.
There are plenty of hot girls in bikinis but no nudity of any kind.
There isn't one use of the "F" word and swearing is kept to a minimum.
I sat near a family with a bunch of young kids and they acted like they were witnessing the greatest cinematic achievement man has seen. Absolutely beside themselves with wonder and excitement. As, in fact, were most of the young adults in the sold-out showing a 10pm Friday night.
The elephant in the room (as it were) is how the death of star, Paul Walker, is worked into the narrative. Brilliantly. And in a way you probably wouldn't expect. Supposedly Walker died half way through filming. He appears in 100% of the movie. I don't know how but it's seamless. That's all I'll say except that with the exception of Cinderella entering the ball, this was the biggest cry I'd had at the movies all year.
All the returning cast gives a first rate effort and Jason Statham plays the villain that CANNOT seem to be killed.
The sequence where their cars go skydiving with the cast still in them is an instant classic and made the audience squirm, squeal and scream simultaneously.
Trust me, I'm surprised as anyone that the two best films I've seen this year are Cinderella and Furious 7.
(Loudinni specializes in reviews you can read in under a minute.)