What exactly is our fascination with the Fast and Furious franchise that makes the ridiculous nature of it all acceptable where in any other film we would just as soon walk out of the theater before enduring another high flying feat of impossible derring-do? Up until the fourth film in the franchise (2009's Fast & Furious) there were minor levels of absurd behavior taking place, but after Tokyo Drift each film has found a way to one-up the last, leading us to Fast & Furious 6 where not even a tank can discourage our band of criminals who find themselves in London, helping the feds this time around in exchange for full pardons and a clean slate. I had a hard time accepting the over-the-top action in Fast Five, not entirely impressed with the massive safe-stealing set piece at the film's conclusion, but I think it prepared me for what Fast 6 had to offer,...