Very rarely there is a movie that comes along that makes you question the meaning of life, love, and the universe. This is one of them. I was lent this movie by my B-movie loving ex-military history teacher a while back.
It took me 2 whole weeks to get through it.
I had to watch it in installments of 10 minutes, any longer and the pressure on my brain would have caused me to undergo a massive cerebral hemorrhage. It is just that horrifyingly, stomach-turningly bad. An example: A black guy gets killed at the start of the movie. Halfway through they bring him back to life. Why? They couldn't afford more than one actor to play a black racial stereotype (however, there are, interestingly enough, about 5000 Hispanic extras). There are punch sound effects for about 50% of the punches.
The worst thing about the movie is not the production values though, it is the way each killing is seemingly justified. To paraphrase:
FAT WHITEBREAD TRAILER TRASH IN BAD PLAID SUIT SECONDS BEFORE HE GETS KILLED: (putting a small dog on the ground) Boy, Lucky, I sure hope that Wilma forgives me for losing all our money at the races. HELLSPAWN DOG: WOOF. TRAILER TRASH: (getting his fat lardy neck strangled) arrgh.
It gets worse. Much worse. In fact, the only way you can grasp the sheer enormity of it is by watching it. So, go rent a copy of "THE FREEWAY MANIAC". It's the best $1.50 rental since "Feeders"
It took me 2 whole weeks to get through it.
I had to watch it in installments of 10 minutes, any longer and the pressure on my brain would have caused me to undergo a massive cerebral hemorrhage. It is just that horrifyingly, stomach-turningly bad. An example: A black guy gets killed at the start of the movie. Halfway through they bring him back to life. Why? They couldn't afford more than one actor to play a black racial stereotype (however, there are, interestingly enough, about 5000 Hispanic extras). There are punch sound effects for about 50% of the punches.
The worst thing about the movie is not the production values though, it is the way each killing is seemingly justified. To paraphrase:
FAT WHITEBREAD TRAILER TRASH IN BAD PLAID SUIT SECONDS BEFORE HE GETS KILLED: (putting a small dog on the ground) Boy, Lucky, I sure hope that Wilma forgives me for losing all our money at the races. HELLSPAWN DOG: WOOF. TRAILER TRASH: (getting his fat lardy neck strangled) arrgh.
It gets worse. Much worse. In fact, the only way you can grasp the sheer enormity of it is by watching it. So, go rent a copy of "THE FREEWAY MANIAC". It's the best $1.50 rental since "Feeders"