Go Fast

This French action/thriller pretty much fails on all counts.  From an intriguing opening of an insight into the murky French underworld of drug dealing and the eponymous “Go Fast” (a quick-fire drug distribution process) and the introduction of maverick undercover cop Marek, this movie goes downhill…erm…fast.

Marek’s boss and best friend gets killed during a drugs stakeout and Marek goes off the rails only to be snapped up by some sort of anti-drug secret service to bring down the very people that killed his friend.  Marek undergoes a tough training montage: tough to watch that is.  He then easily infiltrates the gang and goes about his task; never seemingly in any difficulty.  There is no tension in the movie at all. 

The movie seems to want to go fast, but the pedestrian direction keeps it to a crawl.  It’s one of those movies that will have a dance based score rattling along as characters do mundane things like walking downstairs in an effort to inject some pace and style to proceedings.

There is some genuine action in the movie, but it is handled so carelessly that it fails to provide any thrills or spills.  Long shots, as much as they might provide a good view of the location, do not offer the viewer any real feeling of pace, which makes all of the car chases in this movie (and there are a lot) look like a crawl.  The director should have researched great car chases such as, Mad Max, Mad Max 2, Bullitt and The French Connection: car chases are so much more exciting when you are viewing them from tyre level or in with the driver.

 The movie continues to disappoint: a sub-plot of an American undercover agent also working the case which I guess the viewer is meant to be wondering who it might be, is so obvious, the character may as well have been wearing a t-shirt with “undercover cop” written on it.

I’d suggest you “Go Fast” past this one and watch something else.

My Rating: 0/5

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One response to “Go Fast

  1. Ah, French set car chases…Ronin and Taxi are excellent examples, the former is Frankenheimer’s final hurrah and still makes you grab the sofa. And, of course, I’ll always have a soft spot for the micro car chase (and the overacting taxi driver – “my car, my car” ) in A View To A Kill.

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