This time around, The Rock has some unfinished business, which inevitably leads to Dom rounding up the crew again and does it actually fucking matter because cars are jumping out of fucking jetplanes. Luke Evans is the bad guy who gets to sneer a lot, but sorry, we were too busy look at the goddamn tanks and shit everywhere. This all looks like high-octane, very expensive ridiculousness and audiences know exactly what they're buying a ticket for (and why some folks are even bothering to investigate whether certain stunts are realistic or not misses the point completely).
So grab your best bros, and your lady bros, and strap in on May 24th. Gnarly.