Transcendently stupid, flat-out nuts and pretty damned irresistible, The Fate of the Furious is the eighth in the series of vroom-vroomers that started off as modest B-movie drag-race stuff ideal for triple-bills at old time drive-in theaters. Here we are, 16 years on. The Furious series is a box-office juggernaut and moviegoing institution, and things have gone way beyond modest. In fact, the franchise just keeps getting bigger, faster, louder, sillier and more over-the-top—so much so that The Fate of the Furious is practically a superspy-style superhero movie. Nobody in their right mind goes to these flicks expecting tight plotting, deep characters or consistent motivation. We go for their emoticon-level heart and soul and to watch cars doing crazy shit in the streets, the strip, the desert and the air.
This one, directed by F. Gary Gray (Straight Outta Compton) is all over the place, kicking off during the Havana honeymoon of Dominic and Letty (Vin Diesel and Michelle Rodriguez) that of course leads to an old-school drag race through the zig-zag streets of the city. Dom and a toxic bro race against each other so hard that their grudge match ends up with Dom careening for the finish line in reverse, with his car on fire. The fun and insanity escalate from there when power-mad, villainous cyber empress Cipher (Oscar winner Charlize Theron, stealing everything but the cameras) blackmails Dom into joining the dark side. Rarely blinking, using her purriest voice and sporting an upgrade of Bo Derek’s old 10 hairdo, she gets him to turn his back on his new wife and teammates by helping in her goal of bringing “accountability” to the world’s reckless leaders by destroying cities and unleashing chaos via a nuclear sub and a suitcase bomb. Wait, what?
Ciper, aided by a ginger-bearded goon (Game of Thrones’ Kristofer Hivju), is an icy Bond-level villain who does her business from a private jet that apparently never needs to land or refuel. Pure evil, she’s way more jolly and ridiculous than U.S. covert-ops dude Mr. Nobody (Kurt Russell) and his eager-beaver new assistant (Scott Eastwood) who persuade Dom’s good ole gang, his family, including Nathalie Emmanuel (Game of Thrones), Tyrese Gibson and Ludacris into reteaming to bring down Cipher. The next thing we know, Luke Hobbs (Dwayne Johnson) gets tossed into the slammer, mostly so that he can bust out with his arch enemy, the mercenary assassin Deckard Shaw (Jason Statham), whose Cockney spy-lady moms is played by, we swear, Oscar winner Dame Helen Mirren. Johnson’s and Statham’s scenes are the funniest, grabbiest and most charismatic of the whole movie.
Chris Morgan’s script serves up even more plot complications but, really, who cares when he also concocts such grand-scale idiot’s delights as a gigantic wrecking ball careening up and down streets, zombie cars terrorizing city pedestrians and tumbling from the skies, hot cars racing across the Russian tundra and plenty of excuses for Johnson’s bare-knuckled bone-mangling? Morgan’s been scripting the series since The Fast and Furious: Tokyo Drift in 2006, and there’s a nice tribute or two to the late Paul Walker, whose sad absence as a figure of gravitas and good sense becomes more and more crucial. But we’re not certain who’s responsible for morphing the characters into a computer-savvy pack of Bournes and 007s, or why we’re supposed to embrace Statham joining Dom’s team considering how his character once killed a slew of the team members, or why anyone thought it was a good idea to let the crew run rampant for a punishing two hours and 16 minutes.
But hey, the bigger-faster-crazier way this series is going, don’t be surprised if a future installment of The Fast and Furious sends its crew into full-on Moonraker mode.
Men think women make noise in bed because men are good in bed. Men learn from pornography, our primary educational platform in place of our failed school programs regarding the subject.
Sexuality counselor and author Ian Kerner looked into “copulatory vocalization,” in a recent CNN report. In layman’s terms, that means a woman’s verbal response to sex. His findings might shock you. Might.
Researchers asked 71 sexually active heterosexual women ages 18 to 48 for some personal details regarding vocalization during sex in a 2011 study published in the Archives of Sexual Behavior. Researchers found that many women do make noise in bed, but not necessarily when they were about to have an orgasm. This research isn’t the newest but our understanding bears refreshing.
Instead, 66 percent said they audibly moaned in order to speed up their partner’s climax. Even more respondents – 87 percent – did it to boost the guy’s self-esteem. Other reports say women dramaticized their pleasure to relieve boredom, fatigue as well as discomfort experienced during sex. All these signs are pointing to a single destination: Straight men have to get better at sex.
“While female orgasms were most commonly experienced during foreplay, copulatory vocalizations were reported to be made most often before and simultaneously with male ejaculation,” the researchers wrote, confirming her audible cues are more often for men’s benefit than her own.
The article continues saying that women aren’t the only primates to vocalize during sex. Apparently baboons and macaque monkeys verbalize their pleasure as well.
Putting our pride aside for a minute, vocalizing during sex can actually be a very great tool women can employ to communicate what they want and like in bed. Faking an orgasm helps nobody; a woman is signalling to her partner that he’s doing everything right when he’s not.
In place of faking pleasure, sex educator Patty Brisben advises women, “Use moaning as a way of signaling that you are excited and things really are feeling good, not as a way to hide that they aren’t.”
Sensing the error of their ways (though the intentions are totally admirable), there is evidence that ladies are slowly coming around to the idea that they can communicate their satisfaction through sound.
“Women are learning to take responsibility for their own sexual needs and wants in the bedroom,” Brisben told CNN. “We need to take this one step further and give ourselves permission to become teachers. Use vocalization to teach your partner what feels good. It can help you say, ‘stop, go, yes, more please,’ without sounding like a traffic cop.”
Brisben believes many women vocalize their pleasure in order to achieve orgasm, saying women enjoy it because they’ve made an effort to push beyond their usual limits.
“As a woman gets into it, she may become extremely vocal and then move into a period of quiet as she is on the verge,” Brisben said.
While moans and shrieks of passion may indicate of pleasure, the truest sign of carnal passion is no sound at all, proving yet again that silence is golden.
He has apparently been charged with carrying a concealed firearm, possession of 20 grams of cannabis or less, failure to register a motor vehicle, failure to show proof of liability insurance and driving without a valid driver’s license. The cannabis charge is a first degree misdemeanor, whereas the firearm possession represents a third degree felony.