This is far from a glowing endorsement as the pic isn't remotely an overall action masterpiece, and it does lose some forward momentum when it starts to turn into something akin to a far less clever or smart version of "Ocean's Eleven."
The plot's also a stunning "Ocean's Eleven" ripoff, and action stops being cool once you laugh at the absurdity of it—like Dom and Brian driving off a cliff without getting a scratch.
Call it a cash-grab or a no-brainer beginning to the 2011 summer movie season, but taken on its own simple merits, and divorced from the stupidity of its four predecessors, the handily-titled Fast Five is an upgrade that does sequelizing right: it sticks with just enough of the established formula to keep the old fans happy, it brings back "a lot of the old gang" in an affably pleasant fashion, it borrows (and quite liberally) from popular heist movies like Ocean's Eleven and The Italian Job, and (best of all) it seems to actively avoid "churning up the same old wake."
The point, of course, is that this advances the story so that it can turn into a less clever hybrid of Ocean’s Eleven (2001) and The Italian Job (2003).
Something like Ocean’s Eleven and its various numerations, except with muscle cars and knuckleheads and without the laughs.
Who cares if, in its place, we get a shoddy Ocean’s Eleven heist knockoff, the kind in which someone says things like, “We need a bisexual Martian who can pick locks and do improv,” and then someone else says, “I know a guy,” and then those requested talents never get used?