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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.
Hmm, let me do some calculations. I think I've acquired 225 points in my lifetime
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…
I've seen this maybe six times in the last 30 years. It hasn't faded with age; it's pleasures have not diminished.
A scathing indictment of income inequality, corporate/government corruption and unchallengable power due to subjugation through mindless distractions conducted by a brown-nosing media, "Death Race 2000" offers hilarious camp and intelligence in equal measure.
Who says Stallone can’t do comedy? Aside from both the people who saw Stop! Or My Mom will Shoot!? Classic trash. And the “hand grenade?” Even more classic!
Part of Grindhouse Week
I think I love this more than I should, I honestly think it's a masterpiece.
Great mix of both action and satire.
My review/summary -- this graphic/motorsport receives 0% approval from me based on the fact of everything I will be discussing throughout this review and yes this film title does have a solid profit margin of well over $3 million. I am really not keen on the fact that this film title does glamorize running over people and using a point system for an example running over a baby gets you 70 points [sadly there is an attempt at running over a baby but it isn't real, from this perspective that it is an explosive device.] But however as far as our driver is concerned he is about to run over a baby, which I cannot feel comfortable condoning yes as…
OK... I know it was supposed to be "campy fun". But I could not go over the badness of it all. Sorry.
Nel 2000 gli Stati Uniti saranno retti da un mr President vagamente
dittatoriale che elargisce panem et circenses sotto forma di una
folle corsa automobilistica coast to coast attraverso l'America, in
cui le regole sono abolite e investire e uccidere i passanti porta
punti in classifica.
Gustoso, anche se inevitabilmente un po' datato.
Molte belle figliole, un Sylvester Stallone figlio di buona donna e
un David Carradine frankenstein buono.
2.5 out of 5 (C+)
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