Their wedding, in an empty desert chapel, seems a nod to the similar scene that kicks off the ultimate in '70s-throwback revenge fantasies, Quentin Tarantino's "Kill Bill" films.
“Faster” kicks off with a mighty grindhouse sweep, itching to raise some hell as caged animal Driver is unleashed from his cell, literally running away from prison to commence his “Kill Bill” odyssey of vengeful fury.
As soon as he's released from prison after a 10-year sentence for a bank robbery during which he was the getaway driver, he gets his hands on the gun and the muscle car a partner has stashed for him and begins a roaring rampage of revenge, Ã la The Bride in "Kill Bill".
But Tillman isn’t the kind of stylist needed to make this another Kill Bill or Crank; instead it’s assembly-line junk right down to its glaringly obvious twist ending.
Take "Kill Bill," remove all humor, wit, characterization, thematic development, style, subtlety, and originality and just about anything else that made that film at all entertaining.
It wants to be Kill Bill but doesn’t have enough material to be Kill Bill, and so much of the movie’s running time is occupied with what can only be described as filler.