This movie wasn't actually as bad as people make it out to be.
So long as you're willing to stomach Lucas Black's preposterous Alabaman accent and the obnoxious macho posturing from Brian Tee, you'd find that there's actually some kind of a story lying under the hood.
And heck, macho posturing is par for the course in a film about street racing. If you're expecting people to ruminate on the philosophical quandaries that face consumer culture in the 21st century then you're probably retarded or delusional. Maybe both. The film benefits largely from the fact that they don't use Tokyo as JUST some kind of nondescript exotic background for the racing action, but allows it to give some kind of narrative buoyancy.
Because of that, the typical bad boy that Black is required to play has to get accustomed to the fact that being a bad boy is a completely different ball of wax when you're far away from home. Director Justin Lin makes interesting observations about Japanese culture, even if I don't necessarily agree with all of them. It's no surprise that with Lin's take on disaffected Asian youths in Better Luck Tomorrow, he decides not to make any apologies for the complete thrill-seeking amorality of the characters.
I like the little touches, like how Han, an young up and coming criminal businessman played by Sung Kang, is completely indifferent to the macho culture he immerses himself in. While everyone is an adrenalized spectator to the races, Han is constantly munching on junk food with the slouch of a listless teenager watching MTV. Lin also puts a surprising two and a half dimensional interpretation of 'gaijin' --- an outsider --- as not just a marker of being different by virtue of race, but a marker of someone who doesn't belong in the largely conformist social culture of Japan.
Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift might actually have more substance going for it than its predecessors, even if it never truly escapes its B-movie trappings. But I can hardly fault it for that.