The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift
Childish Yu Gi-Oh problem solving skills: there is nothing that can’t be resolved with some illegal street racing. The beginning of the superhero-fication of Fast and Furious.
Random trailer trash Texan boy is busy winning pink slips from rich kids, but one day, pussy leads him astray and he gets busted. For contrived coincidences (which surely include his mother going down on some cop), he is taken to Tokyo to live with his estranged father.
He is such an absent father, he forgets about his arrival to fuck some prostitute, and drinks a six pack while waiting for him to return one evening, but still bores him with “the talk” about rules and shit. At least it’s a glorified cameo.
Not that the racing people have more depth: there’s the black comic relief guy, some rapper doing edgy jokes about the gays, the girl ready made for the hero to win over, and the Oriental Zen mentor/idle rich dandy. Some of the leads are supposed to be teens, but they all seem idle rich young people, in general.
The evil DK dude and his Yakuza uncle (who looks more like Pablo Escobar or Scarface) are childish villains that point guns at people but never kill or injure anyone. They beat up some guys, but nothing out the ordinary.
Nice to be set in Japan, most precisely Shibuya and some inner parking lots.
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