It lays bare that the franchise’s most radical asset is also its most conservative: an overriding emphasis on, above all else, the on-screen family.
Justin Lin strives to approximate something like Ocean’s Eleven for petrosexuals, but testosterone outweighs wit and cleverness at every turn in Chris Morgan’s starched script.
Similar to its two predecessors in melodrama and gloss, the film follows in its own tradition of quality.
Better Luck Tomorrow looks good and sound goods. Too bad the film isn’t as politically subversive as it thinks it is (or should have been).