I caught myself wiping the moronic grin off my face three times during the first ten minutes of “2 Fast 2 Furious,” the sequel to the 2001 guilty little pleasure “The Fast and the Furious,” before I realized, “Yep. This is a movie. It’s here to entertain.”

Paul Walker returns as ex-cop Brian O’Connor, who has been recruited to infiltrate a Miami drug cartel, headed by Cole Hauser (in full Pacino “Scarface” mode), in an attempt to erase his splotchy record. It wouldn’t be too much fun if he wasn’t able to have his childhood buddy (Tyrese) or the undercover hottie/Gap model Eva Mendes to help him bring down the token impenetrable token baddie.

“2 Fast 2 Furious” is one in a short list of brainless action movies that are so full of car chases, races and explosions that it makes up for the flimsiness of its storyline. The style nor the substance matters — this isn’t a movie that’s living up to any expectation (e.g. “The Matrix Reloaded) or is trying to be something more than what it is (e.g. the insanely stupid “Identity”).

Granted, I did roll my eyes many a time, though I laughed, leaned forward and thought, “Whoa, that was cool” plenty more than I felt dispensing my lethal tongue of criticism.

It’s a wonder why Universal didn’t release a video game instead of a film. They would have been able to make the game for a fraction of the cost, quadrupling their profit by shelling it out, selling it at $50 bucks a pop and let the addicted gamers play their way through the outlandish chase sequences and shoot-outs. I was leaning forward during these awesome scenes because I’ll have to admit, I wouldn’t mind being the driver behind the wheel of my PS2.

I had fun at “2 Fast 2 Furious,” a film that is so ridiculously weak and full of moments of utter stupidity that one has to realize (and may have to hate themselves for it) that this here’s a good time.