The film wastes its charismatic leads in a parade of wacky CG creations whose occasional novelty is drowned out by its incessance.
The film finally tips the franchise over from modestly thoughtful stupidity into tedious, loud inanity.
It’s most towering accomplishment are its set pieces, which manage to be brash, exhilarating, and even occasionally moving.
This illogical, campy joke of a film that suffers in comparison to F. Gary Gray’s earlier The Negotiator.
This bumbling exercise in redundant replication is as disagreeably lukewarm as a heavily trafficked municipal baby pool.
While there’s no commentary track to sell some prospective buyers, I’d keep this DVD edition solely for the awesome interactive menus.
A bare-bones DVD treatment for yet another shallow entry in Vin Diesel’s mostly intolerable acting resume.
The lifeless finale has about as much imagination as a Mini has trunk space.
Note to cocky drug enforcement officers: Don’t try to be a superman.