Benjamin Sutton considers its ideological implications (turns out this action movie about gearhead criminals justifies violence! I never!); I'd add, though, that it's pretty damn cool to see an increasingly successful action movie franchise with a pan-racial cast where the whitest dudes have the least to do—apart from Paul Walker, who is so white he has apparently transcended traditional notions of race. And though even the now-familiar characters remain on the cipher-y side, Lin directs the human traffic almost as well as the automotive variety: Diesel fans get plenty of his burnt-coffee-grounds vocalizing, Johnson fans can see their man looking as mountainous and unstoppable as ever, Gina Carano and Michelle Rodriguez get a couple of rad fight scenes (though, really: aren't they tough enough to fight characters, not just each other?), and even Diesel/Johnson 'shippers get their moment in the sun. Then, after the final film-by credit, there's a spectacular tease for the Lin-less next installment, already scheduled for July 2014. I won't spoil it, so I'll only say that I will probably literally dream about Fast and Furious 7 several times between now and next July.