When is a bad movie a good movie? Death Race 2000 falls short of any
serious standards, because it’s campy, cartoonish, and silly, with
one-dimensional characters cavorting their way through absurd adventures. Yet
the film’s exuberance and lack of pretention manifest as a crude sort of charm,
which works in tandem with breakneck pacing—the movie’s like a piece of candy
you don’t realize you shouldn’t be eating until it’s all gone. Science fiction
delivered by way of black comedy, Death
Race 2000 presents a future in which the United States has become the
United Provinces. The supreme ruler of the United Provinces, Mr. President
(Sandy McCallum), has eliminated many personal freedoms and keeps the
population narcotized by presenting an annual blood-sport extravaganza called
the Transcontinental Road Race. A small group of drivers, each of whom has an
oversized persona and a colorful costume to match, competes not only by racing
each other from one coast to the next but also by running over pedestrians for
points. During this particular iteration of the race, however, leftist rebels
subvert Mr. President’s authority by sabotaging the event.
The main racers are
Frankenstein (David Carradine), the reigning champion whose body comprises
replacement parts after years of racing injuries; “Machine-Gun” Joe Viterbo
(Sylvester Stallone), a gangster-styled competitor determined to replace
Frankenstein as the crowd’s favorite; “Calamity” Jane Kelly (Mary Woronov), who
works a Western-outlaw motif; Herman “The German” Boch (Fred Grandy), the league’s
resident ersatz Nazi; and Ray “Nero the Hero” Lonagan (Martin Kove), a
vainglorious putz with a Roman Empire shtick. Each racer is paired with a
navigator, so most of the film comprises standoffs in which teams try to beat
each other’s racing times and score points by nailing innocent victims. Also
woven into the film are running gags related to announcers and fans. Plus, of course, the violence of the rebels.
Based on a
story by Ib Melchior, Death Race 2000
was produced by Roger Corman and co-written by longtime Corman collaborator
Charles B. Griffith, whose sardonic touch is audible in the film’s playful
dialogue. Director Paul Bartel, the avant-garde humorist who later made the
cult-fave comedy Eating Raoul (1982),
does a great job throughout Death Race
2000 of balancing goofy humor with sly social commentary—every gag is a
nudge at consumerism, egotism, sensationalism, or something else of that
nature. The movie is never laugh-out-loud funny, but the tone is consistent and
the story (mostly) makes sense. Plus, this being a Corman production, there’s plenty
of gore and nudity to keep l0w-minded fans happy. Carradine makes an appealing
antihero, his casual cool suited to the role of a seasoned killer, and Stallone
is amusing as his hotheaded rival. Meanwhile, Woronov lends a touch of heart,
Don Steele (who plays the main announcer) sends up showbiz phoniness, and
leading lady Simone Griffeth (who plays Frankenstein’s navigator) blends
likeability with sexiness. Best of all, Death
Race 2000 runs is course in 80 brisk minutes—all killer, no filler.
Death
Race 2000: GROOVY
1 comment:
"the movie’s like a piece of candy you don’t realize you shouldn’t be eating until it’s all gone." - Spot on!!! Yes, so bad it's good and it's oh so 70's, cars and chicks and FAR OUT!! Love this movie.
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