A gun-for-hire known only as Agent 47 hired by a group known only as 'The Organization' is ensnared in a political conspiracy, which finds him pursued by both Interpol and the Russian military as he treks across Russia and Eastern Europe.
An American teenager named Sean Boswell is a loner in school, however he challenges his rival for an illegal street racing, and he totals his car in the end of the race. To avoid time in prison he is sent to Tokyo to live with his father who is in the military. As soon as he arrives he discovers a new, fun but dangerous way of street racing in the underworld of the streets of Tokyo, Japan. Written by
as Dominic Toretto, driving "Hammer," a 1970 Plymouth Road Runner built by Steve Strope of Pure Vision Design in Simi Valley, California. Construction of the car was followed on the TLC series "Rides", and the car was featured in Hot Rod Magazine. The cameo was a last minute re-shoot after primary filming was completed, and cast at the suggestion of Hot Rod Magazine's editor. See more »
When Sean first drives with Han to get money from the "Paw" to collect money, the RX7 they drive in originally shows it being a "left hand drive" car. When he is thrown out of the building and then they decide to drive, the car then becomes a right hand drive and seems to be the case through out the rest of the movie. See more »
Why'd you let me race your car? You knew I was gonna wreck it.
'Cause that's a lot of money.
I have money, it's trust and character I need around me. You know, who you choose to be around you lets you know who you are. One car in exchange for knowing what a man's made of? That's a price I can live with.
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A Masterpiece to Expose the Cliquey Bullshit of Film Critics Everywhere.
Tokyo Drift : Literally one of the gold standards of evidence to verify the impotence of film critics to like a film that they would not on the face of it look cool liking. A film to expose the cliquey self-pandering limp bullshit, and vaporous affected vanity of film critics everywhere. Since, actually there is plenty of multi-layered and playful reversals of expectations and subtle transgressions against types that occurs in this film. It's big, genuinely emotive, well-paced and deliciously playful, but it wasn't written to suck the cocks of film critics so of course, they don't put out. Perhaps most damningly of all, a film critic liking this film would then have to endure placing him or herself in the same row of the cinema as a 'dumb-jock' or motor-head, who could also enjoy it, albeit for perhaps somewhat altered reasons. This is the core of the films humble brilliance : equally valid different readings that drop a laser-guided drone-strike on film critic pretension. 5 severed-heads-of-film-critics for this masterpiece.
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