Cars. Violence. Boobs. And apparently, some political stuff. Pfft! Weird to see the cyclical nature of things. Except for classy Roger Corman boobs. Because those never go out of fashion.
In the future world of the year 2000 (circa 1975 standards), Five racers, competing in the US International Transcontinental Road Race! All are seeming scoundrels, especially that Frankenstein dude! I dunno, the Calamity Jane chick seems kinda cool. Too bad some of the contestants are about as smart as Wile. E. Coyote. But no matter! Killed Citizens are points, the race it underway, and the world is once again enthralled as they watch on their televisions. Or from the streets if they want to get a little extra excitement!
I can’t really say this is a particularly good movie, but it doesn’t totally suck worse than Sylvester Stallone’s acting here. With a lot of cheesy bread-and-circus panderings to the populace with extreme violence to placate the slowly downtrodden masses, an underground movement has sprung up under the leadership of Thomasina Paine. That name sounds Familiar. Wait. Didn’t that Tom dude basically say we should be a constitutional republic not ruled by monarchs an shit? Craxy bastard. Screw that, Let’s watch cars kill people! And added bonus by blaming the French for all our problems! David Carradine does a decent job here as the scoundrel, Frank Stallone’s brother is awful, but the story takes an interesting turn in the final scenes. 50 years. 250 years. Regardless the timeframe, sometimes a corrupt system needs a little kick to the sternum. Then run over by a cool car.
