Movies that are slightly off.
Death Race 2000
A Cross Country Road Wreck!
In a boorish future, the government sponsors a popular, but bloody, cross-country race in which points are scored by mowing down pedestrians. Five teams, each comprised of a male and female, compete using cars equipped with deadly weapons. Frankenstein, the mysterious returning champion, has become America's hero, but this time he has a passenger from the underground resistance.
The Snake Charmer and Lincoln Hawk in a Race to the Death across the US of A. The Star-Spangled Banner. Howard Cosell's cousin. Eating Raoul. Kung-fu Bill Frankenstein. Machine Gun John Rambo. Herman the German. Mr. President. A pretty face. Points. Ghetto bull fighting. Old fuckers. Baby trickeration. The Rebel Revolution. Pit stops. Your last ladder. Rub-downs. Myra and her boobs. Groupies. Romantic dancing. Holy blessings. The shit you do to please your fans. Sacrificial lambs. Bye-bye navigator. The Detour of Death. Fuckin' censorship. Dinner and Bullshit. The fuckin' French. The best time to undress. Attempted sabotage. A Mickey. The Red Baron's airplane. DYNO-mite! Lending Sly a hand. Crash, Bang, Boom. The changing of the guard. Loaded with boobs, racing, and the best point system ever, Death Race 2000 is a mother fuckin' cult classic.
For all of its low-budget limitations and exploitative sensibilities, Paul Bartel's "Death Race 2000" is a very smart film. Superficially, the film is about a cross-country road race in a dystopic United States of the future where contestants are awarded points for dispatching pedestrians while the nation watches glued to TV sets. Under the surface, the story reveals a neat satire dealing with government, entertainment, and media. "Death Race 2000" presupposes an obsession with reality TV decades before that obsession infected mass media.
The satire, however, may be secondary to the cars, violence, and skin Bartel tosses at the screen. "Death Race 2000" revels in these exploitative charms, culminating in a colorful, entertaining ride. David Carradine and Sylvester Stallone headline…
I wonder what would've happened to Justin Bieber if he was wondering the streets during this race?
It's actually pretty remarkable how many elements from Death Race 2000 ended up in the Hunger Games. The game show format that the country devours. The resistance. The funny commentators adding their two cents. I mean, I get it. America glorifies violence. That's all Death Race 2000 has to say and it doesn't even say it particularly well. But it never takes itself too seriously. From a pre-Rocky Stallone to some pretty cool pre-CGI cars crashing into shit violence, the movie wastes little time trying to build character and plot. And good riddance. In something this goofy I wouldn't have cared much anyways. As far as cheesy, bloody 1970s B-movie action goes, you could do a lot worse than Death Race 2000.
Trump's America 2019:
A superhero, teenage girl who is the chosen one, retired/amnesiac CIA agent, digital face ghost, and a raunchy frat man-bro rack up points mowing down illegal immigrants, Syrian refugees, liberal-leaning reporters, "outspoken" women, and other enemies of the state in souped-up, kustom kar death mobiles. Ryan Seacrest narrates the carmageddon, and The President blames political interference on the sniveling socialist French.
Seriously, this movie could be remade (again!) with very few changes and still ring eerily true in this day and age of reality television cartoon American politics. Laugh until it hurts, people!
Shout out to MVP Don Steele as the announcer for setting the loud, abrasive, over the top tone for the duration of the movie.…
Another near perfect B movie produced by Roger Corman. Director Paul Bartel knows what it was meant to be and is extremely confident about that. The movie starts out strong right off the bat. Corman knows exactly what we want and to our pleasure, that's just what he made - A fast movie about faster people! Thus, the pacing of Death Race 2000 is just as quick as it should be. There is no exposition before the race itself. The first thing we see IS the race as it prepares to commence. The movie acts just like a messed up, R-rated version of "Wacky Races", complete with the same intro from the original cartoon, only this time starring David Carradine…
Underneath the cheesy and over-the-top acting is a interesting story of a dystopian future. Suprisingly subtle adult humor for a not so subtle movie.
The cross-country race movie driven deep into distopian/satire/exploitation territory. Each car and driver have their identifying shtick. There's cheating, traps, diversions, sabotage, and a "hero" with a purpose beyond just winning the race. It's one of producer Roger Corman's most enduring films because it speaks to the intersection of the pop culture and the political that we relish and despise.
Junior: All right, all right, and yes-sirree! A clean hit! A perfect hit! And no pain for the target. Too bad the guy was only thirty-eight; just two years older, he'd have been worth three times the points.
Roger Corman, king of Pulp and B-movies, really managed to hit the right spots with this bizarre dystopian political satire exploitation film, which always manage to bring a smile on my face.
Death Race 2000 is a lovely, charming and lighthearted yet also quite disturbing. The usage of violence is actually a comment on the use of violence in sport and entertainment, much liked the Roman Emperors used to do, to distract the general public from the fact that they have lost…
Would not have believed this could be made in America. Fantastically subversive and darkly funny.
that was certainly one of the strangest things i've seen today.
No real point in critically tackling this beyond saying it's a ton of fun, if a bit on the nose. The hour run-time helps significantly in making sure this doesn't get stale, with some crazy event happening just around the corner. It's part amateur snuff film, part partially clever commentary, and overall a good time. Which is weird saying considering how much death happens here, so take that for what it is.
In an odd way this really is one of the movies of my life. One of my earliest introductions to B-grade exploitation movies, I've always held this one up as one of the best and funniest of the genre. It wastes no time, matching the speed and ferocity of its premise while fully engaging with the absurdity of it.
Stallone chews the scenery to pieces, all Mary Woronov has to do is glare to be a dazzling screen presence and David Carradine owns the show.
Everything is so wonderfully on the nose from a TV reporter named Grace Pander to a rebel named Thomasina Paine. Subtly is the enemy, excess is the key.
Coches molones, chicas guapas, David Carradine vs Stallone, rebeldes, niños y mayores atropellados a lo Carmageddon... ¿Le vamos a pedir además que sea buena? ¿Qué más da?
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