2010's Faster is a hulking juggernaut of a revenge movie, the kind they don't make much of anymore. It's not about great acting or intelligent plot or exploring the human condition. The characters are archetypes. The issues are more primal: hatred and vengeance. The main character is more elemental: a man with a gun. This is noir without trench coats, a spaghetti western without cowboys. It is violent, humorless, and nasty.
It throws a wrench into the gears of the genre though. First, most of the villains are lovable in their own quaint way, which makes them more than cardboard characters. Second, vengeance is complicated with forgiveness, redemption, and the relationship of sons with their imperfect fathers. They may be archetypes, but they don't have to ask easy questions of us.
If that comic book-reading prepubescent little boy still lives somewhere inside you like it does inside me, you'll probably enjoy this movie.