Undercover cop Lucas White joins Vin Serento's LA gang of illegal street racers. They are fast and they are furious and they plan to double cross LA crime kingpin Juan Carlos de la Sol who hides hi...
Superfast is a vehicular travesty of fast and furious proportions. Friedberg and Seltzer have offered us grotesque first dates, a chance to meet three hundred dancing Spartans and an eye-gouging tournament of the annual Starving Games. Now, a decade too late, they parody Hollywood’s mega-blockbusting soap opera franchise ‘Fast & Furious’. Hiring a cast of character caricatures from a bald man constantly remarked as a “penis head” by his GPS device (Vin Diesel, if that wasn’t obvious...) to his girlfriend clearly concealing her speculated sexual orientation (again, Michelle Rodriguez for the uninitiated...). There’s also a surprisingly accurate clone of The Rock, lathering himself in baby oil. Oh, and don’t forget Paul Walker, although that imitation hasn’t aged so well...(*insert that Wiz Khalifa song*)!
The duo’s vehicular parody astonishingly is not the worst spoof within their illustrious filmography. It’s the second worst. The whole purpose of this sub-genre, is to ensue hilarity by exaggerating the contents of the original source material that is being replicated. So why is it that Superfast is the most tedious of them all? Simple! Once again, there are no jokes. None! It’s as if Vin sat on the gear shift, enjoyed it a little too much and set the comedy in reverse. Whilst the others attempted to be somewhat racy with homophobic, racist and all other possible insulting gags, this parody had nothing. A secret handshake involving spinning around in circles? Sticking one’s head out of a car window and being covered in flies? Starting a race with no fuel? Come on! Why not play on Toretto’s insistence on “family”? Exaggerate the stereotypes of “Cool Asian Guy” and “Model Turned Actress” even further. Where are the other film spoofs integrated within?
The fact that this is the most mundane parody, and the least harmful one, proves that Friedberg and Seltzer have zero comedy chops and can only resort to insults. They are not comedians, nor writers and certainly not directors. The cinematic quality looks cheaper than a TV advertisement for cat litter. Sure, they mimic the “intense” camera transitions when a gear shifts or the clutch is compressed during a street race, but where’s the laughs? There’s no point expending time imitating a film franchise’s technical merits if these aren’t hyperbolised to create comedy!
Admittedly, my melting mind forced me to skip forward approximately ten minutes towards the end. No longer was my brain sane, it was brain dead. Fast? Longest hour and a half in quite some time. Furious? Sure, it’s rage inducing. Superfast? A car crash.
