Cocktail of sports clichés, violence and rock bombast.

Rating: 2/10 (30 April 2003)

Hot shot young driver gets the help of a veteran to try and win the world drivers championship.
A film that crashes (in more ways than one) from unintentional farce (check out the scene where the racing cars are driven at full speed through urban streets!), to the unbelievable (the final race is an all-time prize winner!) to clichés like a roller coaster from hell. Not just bad, but probably as bad as any big budget movie made in the last ten years. In fact its badness would make it entertaining if it were not so utterly irresponsible.
It presents horrific crashes (certainly the kind that would result in death in real life - here I am not sure of anything!) as a form of entertainment, lingering on the twisted and flying debris in slow motion. Then having crashed and burned, the film shrugs its collective shoulders, pops another rock track on the old soundtrack jukebox and gets on the with rest of race!
(What goes on in the minds of the people that come up with this soulless junk? Do these people ever think about what they are saying or showing?)
This is the final product of the soulless and the dehumanised; but more crucially still, the desperate. People that think that marrying clichés to pyrotechnics (what is actually exploding anyway???) makes for entertainment. Thank god this film was a box office flop and has a low IDB rating. I wouldn't want to live in a world where this witless stinker was hit...