It was exactly what I expected. I'll be honest, I'm not sure if I've seen all of the other F&F movies but this one was true to form. Entertainment surrounded by cheesy lines, fast cars, unrealistic fights, and half naked girls.
What I wasn't expecting, how much the ending affected me. Don't get me wrong, I knew I would cry. I knew that it would tug at my heart strings but I had no idea how much it would.
As we walked out of the new IMAX theater by Utah Lake, golden hour was just starting. The warm hue that casted long shadows across the valley and lake was unbelievably beautiful. It was for a lack of better word, magical.
I can't imagine anyone of my generation being able to escape the feeling of loss and emptiness at the death of Paul Walker. But as the tears just kept flowing I kept searching for the reason why? Why in the world was this affecting me so much? This guy, although started with a similar background to us, was completely different in the end. This guy that clearly was a complete stranger. This guy that really didn't change or alter my life at all. This guy that really is just some character I probably created in my head. Why in the world was I so sad at his death?
So my best conclusion on why the movie and the death of Paul affected me so much is because my generation, we viewed Paul Walker as one of us. And it's hard to see one of us gone. It makes us feel more vulnerable, more fragile, more susceptible to a similar fate. It's like part of our youth that we cherish is gone. And of course as one of my favorite lines of my high school experience goes, "Well I guess this is growing up."