Death Race Reviews

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August 22, 2008
This is still summer trash and no brain cells were injured or even fatigued in the making of it.
August 22, 2008
As hard as metal and just as dumb, Paul W.S. Anderson's Death Race couldn't be further from producer Roger Corman and director Paul Bartel's goofy, bloody 1975 original, Death Race 2000.
August 22, 2008
Yes, Death Race is as brutal as a punch in the face. If you have a hankering for B-movie grime and gore, it can also be a lot of fun.
August 22, 2008
Actors try to add a touch of class to a picture that's utterly crass.
August 22, 2008
No fancy talk here, just solid, monosyllabic obscenities; no flights of digital fancy, just souped-up monster cars flipping end over end in a napalm blaze and crashing in a crunch of flaming metal ouch.
August 22, 2008
It is an assault on all the senses, including common. Walking out, I had the impression I had just seen the video game and was still waiting for the movie.
August 21, 2008
If a movie could drag its knuckles on the ground, Death Race would leave eight little tracks in the sand.
August 21, 2008
Death Race may be a loud, lowbrow piece of pulp, but it's also crackling entertainment -- the very definition of a cheap thrill.
August 21, 2008
Death Race is a cinematic dreadnought: imposing on the surface, hollow at its core.
August 21, 2008
It's one of those vicious larks that just plain hit the spot. It hits the spot, throws 'er into reverse and hits the spot again, before machine-gunning it and ramming it head-on for the fun of it.
August 21, 2008
Death Race should at least score points for its title, which is more apt than, say, Feelings Exploration. It's mostly a race, and there's a lot of death.
August 21, 2008
Almost so bad it's good. Almost ...
August 21, 2008
Anderson's take is ultraviolent, ridiculously stupid and kind of a rush. If your brain has an 'off' switch, you're well-advised to use it. And the carnage is relentless.
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