There aren’t enough superlatives in the dictionary to describe how asinine Need for Speed is. A brain-dead knock-off of the Fast and the Furious franchise, Need for Speed doesn’t merely defy the laws of coherence and sanity; it spits and urinates on them. The press notes may claim that the movie was directed by Scott Waugh and written by George & John Gatins but it may as well have been a troupe of headless clowns on pogo sticks. It goes without saying that people don’t watch movies about fast cars for their awards-caliber acting and socio-political themes; they want to check their brains at the door and enjoy thrilling action scenes with a simple plot to hold it together. Yet the filmmakers’ breathtaking ineptness at crafting effective thrills and its preposterous, cliché-ridden story ensure that anyone with a brain will be scrambling for the exits in search of them.
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