I am a 42-year-old lesbian who can’t drive. And, since I’m baring all, I will add that I loathe people who drive extremely fast in obnoxiously large cars. Which, unfortunately, seems to be every third person in the US. In short, I’d wager I’m probably not the target audience for the Fast & Furious films.
I’m sure I don’t need to explain the blockbuster franchise to you: the first instalment came out in 2001 and the series has generated billions. But if you are somehow unfamiliar with them, the basic premise is that a ragtag team of misfits and street racers travel around the world, driving cars fast and furiously, beating up baddies.
Target demographic or not, I’m a big fan. Ever since I watched The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift (2006) on a plane I’ve been obsessed with the films. Which, I will concede, are very stupid (my four-year-old could come up with the “plot” for a typical F&F movie). But they are also great fun. And extraordinarily gay.
