Just as washed-up Western rock bands wind up being big in Japan, so tired Hollywood franchises inevitably experience the Tokyo Drift. The second sequel to The Fast and the Furious duly heads east, where mobiles flip down, hemlines flap up, and cars slide sideways, in the titular balletic 'drift'. It's tired, noisy tat - auto-porn for audiences too young to drive, summed up by a scene in which our hero is passed a box of Kleenex in case he 'blows his wad' ogling bums.