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
One featured car is the Toyota Chaser, a Camry-sized sedan powered by a 2.5 liter in-line six twin turbo. The same engine powers the Toyota Soarer (the Japanese version of the Lexus SC300/400), the Toyota Aristo (the Japanese version of the Lexus GS300/400), and the 1987-92 Toyota Supra. See more »
When Sean is walking past the cars before speaking with Neela in the parking garage, you see a golden Toyota Supra behind him on his right. He then looks to the left, and it shows a close-up of the girl sitting on the Supra, which is to the right of the camera. Additionally, in the next shot, he looks left, and the Toyota Supra is well behind him. See more »
Written by Pharrell Williams (as Pharrell L. Williams)
Performed by Pharrell Williams (as Pharrell)
Courtesy of Interscope Records
Under license from Universal Music Enterprises and courtesy of Virgin Records
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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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