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Let Death Race serve as a warning, or maybe an inspiration, to any TV producer who says she'd kill for high ratings: Why not stage a pay-per-view car race in which prisoners compete to stay alive on the course?
The combination of good actors and terrible dialogue might have allowed the film a chance at minor cult status, if it weren't for the frustratingly inept action sequences.
Death Race is cartoonishly brutal and pleasantly disreputable.
Statham's films never promise to be something they're not or offer something they don't provide. Death Race is not an exception.
Of all the Z-movies in the Roger Corman catalog, they had to remake Death Race 2000.
If you're a fan of Gone in 60 Seconds or The Fast and the Furious, you won't look at your watch while the movie is going on, and you won't feel conned out of your money when it's over.
Violent action remake races to a high body count.
The most epically loaded triple-cheeseburger action film since "Con Air." Driving-team maven Spiro Razatos handles second-unit duty, and flings gas, sweat and oil at the screen with the hard-cornered glee of having real Hot Wheels with which to play.
This is both a bad film and a bad influence, and on many levels. Still, for all of its brainlessness, it somehow manages a train-wreck hold on attention.
Lean on substance, but bustling with excitement; Death Race is entertainment in its most primitive form.
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...sets itself apart from its campy predecessor right from the get go.
This isn't a wimpy CG-laden movie with no practical effects. It's like The Road Warrior with four walls, and there's a certain macho appeal in that for me.
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While the premise creates plenty of entertaining opportunities for violence and destruction, how much better could this have been as a true "cannonball run" coast-to-coast..?
Social commentary on greed and war along with sexed up female con backseat drivers, is thin pretext for the incessant, at times visually surreal heavy metal havoc orgy of war machine, napalm shooting designer macho-mobile boy toy vehicular homicide.
An orgasmic mix of on-road mayhem that plays at 1000 miles per hour! Marvel in some terrifically-choreographed stunt
Director Paul W.S. Anderson really isn't known for Oscar contenders, but the guy understands over-the-top gratuitous violence better than most.
A must-see for petrolheads and cineastes alike.
There's some fine action, but the film never gets within spitting distance of breaking any taboos or taste barriers, which, for a schlock spectacle, is like racing within speed limits.
While not being the most awful filmic experience available, it's certainly one of the dumbest.
Petrolheads and gorehounds, this backfiring blast of cinematic carbon monoxide is your film of the year.
It's all pretty senseless and senseless is how I felt at the end of it all, after being party to a sadistic and deadly race that relies on the killing of its participants for its entertainment.
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