Nothing special. Yet, for what it is - a movie about drag racing - it's quite servicable. Smith brings charisma (and, uncannily, the voice of present day Mickey Rourke), Jennings the looks. You probably won't remember this film for long but if you, like me, want to complete Cronenberg's filmography, it's a pleasant enough watch.

"Fans of well-crafted B movies, on the other hand, will be right at home." - Matt Noller

The hair, oh my, the hair.

Silly. Bonus points for being partially filmed in my hometown.

The most atypical Cronenberg movie. This is a race car movie, plain and simple. The story is formulaic, with characters in place mostly just to progress the plot. Where the film succeeds is how it appeals to the senses. Cronenberg's skill with showing tactility and texture, both visual and audible, is in place. He really showcases the cars and races well, giving us a sense of the speed, noise and mechanics involved. This is minor Cronenberg, but it's worth a look if you're curious.

Surprisingly not terrible. It actually manages to build some tension in and before racing scenes, and the cinematography is top-notch. But like trash TV, is funny for the wrong reasons: bad hair, scary beards and ridiculously bad music. For Cronenberg, it might fit into his oeuvre as a satire (mmm, that FastCo oil on some bare breasts...?).

So boring. Just doesn't grab my attention.

A departure for Cronenberg, not as interesting as his other efforts, but not devoid of ideas or entertainment value.