Review: In ‘F9,’ finding a new gear for ridiculousness

If you can stomach the macho melodrama, these movies are ridiculous big-screen ballets, with cars shooting out of skyscrapers and airplanes, that at their best are the right kind of stupid. More than family or cars, they’re about the movies’ whiz-bang capacity for ludicrous grandiosity – for stepping on the gas and leaving logic in the rearview