When you've reached that figure of sequels you know it's just going to be crass, unadulterated hogwash that doesn't even try. It happened with the Saw series. So did it with The Simpsons. How I Met Your Mother went down the same alley. And while Fast and Furious had been trudging along the path way, we've now reached our destination. Here's a classic example of the golden goose that got slaughtered. But this franchise has moved a couple of steps forward by not only slaughtering the goose but also trying to sell its flesh. What's annoying is that every living soul knows that this movie is being made only for the purpose of minting money. It plays rather adroitly on the audiences' gullibility. There's going to be no semblance of a plot, the Rock's is desperately going to try and revitalize his flailing acting career and there's going to be mean cars that have more acting skills than the protagonists. Yet everyone will still go and watch it. Everyone's still going to bloat the film to gigantic proportions. Everyone's still going to be ogle, open-eyed, as Dwayne Johnson flexes his three-storied biceps on the screen. Everyone's still going to derive a high from watching the trailer a hundred times. And everyone's going to ensure that the movie earns enough to make another three sequels in the future.