I choose to make my own fate,” Vin Diesel growls at the start of The Fate of the Furious, the eighth chapter in the greatest family saga since William Faulkner’s The Sound and the Fury. This is after Vin—once again playing the lumpily majestic Dominic Toretto, criminal street racer turned special-forces operative—has raced through the streets of Havana, in reverse, in a car that is on fire. If you’re one of those joyless fucks who still thinks they’re too good for the Fast and Furious movies, you are only hurting yourself. For the rest of us: The Fate of the Furious is here. Read the full review by Erik Henriksen. by Erik Henriksen