Great and familiar cast, excellent script, superb production values and the direction is tight as a drum. Can't say this is the best film of the franchise, because so many of them have been excellent. But it's easily the most daring.
The director, James Wan, sends cars repeatedly airborne and seems himself to marvel at the results; the movie's real subject is the stunt work, but its stars' authentic chemistry lends melody to its relentless beat.
Gleefully sexist (buttttttts!), stupefyingly loud and heart-hurtingly ridiculous, you at least can't accuse Furious 7 of being boring. Or nuanced, or aware of the basic laws of science. But it sure is angry.
The fact that Furious 7 is messier than any of the past installments is more than mitigated by its grandeur. "Dom, cars don't fly! Cars don't fly!" Brian yells before its biggest stunt. Furious 7 makes you believe they can.