Get into a discussion for even a short period time about a film like Furious 6 (damn right that’s the onscreen title), and someone will inevitably say, “why don’t they just make an 80, 90-minute version with just the action scenes? That’s what people go for, right?” But that would never work in a traditional set-up. The audience needs people to root for, personalities to drive them. And yet, Furious 6 comes as close as any movie I’ve seen to achieving the sort of goal that drives all great action films – expressing character through action. People in this film communicate their desires, their priorities, their inner selves behind the wheel of a car. The stilted dialogue may be the result of acting-as-posing and unimaginative screenwriting, but it reveals, even accidentally, the greater truth that these people are not fully themselves unless they’re engaging physically. Only then, they release their inhibitions, expressing what they so clearly cannot put into words. There, they are alive.