Stunt driver, filmmaker and shaggy-haired, Elvis chop-sideburned, ultra-macho "I do whatever I please" millionaire H.B. Halicki, the unfairly neglected genius who gave us the awesome 70's drive-in car chase humdinger "Gone in 60 Seconds," basically plays himself in this stupendously crazed vanity project. Halicki stars as Harlan Hollis, a filthy rich moneybags with three blockbuster pictures and a teeming amount of cash to his name. While en route to the James Dean festival to promote his latest movie a bunch of assassins attempt to punch Halicki's mortality ticket, which results in a truly amazing all-out frantic mondo destructo car chase punctuated with grueling slow motion, occasional freeze frames, wired, hyperactive, tirelessly mobile cinematography, a wild score which neatly combines loud-blasting rock'n'roll with kick-up-the-dirt lively country tunes, bright yellow explosions, generous dollops of lowbrow humor, punchy editing, a swift, unflagging pace, and a strange conclusion at the Hollywood Cineramadome.
As with "Gone in 60 Seconds" both the plot and characters are tissue thin, with a noted emphasis instead on wall-to-wall vehicular carnage. Over 120 vehicles get spectacularly demolished: assorted vans, trucks, campers, souped-up hot rods, pick-ups, and more police cars than you can shake a nightstick at smash into each other, go off cliffs, veer all over the road, break in half, barrel down hills, create massive pile-ups, crash through houses, and generally make enough twisted scrap metal for a dozen junkyards. Add some nifty behind-the-scenes film-with-a-film footage, a snazzy cast which includes late, great folksy singer/songwriter Hoyt Axton, Christopher Stone as Hollis' brother-in-law, and Lynda Day George as a festival news reporter, a musical guest appearance by Freddy Cannon and the Belmonts, Eleanor the Mustang from "Gone in 60 Seconds," and a total dearth of needless high-falutin' pretense, and this baby's status as a surefire winner is completely in the bag, buddy.
As with "Gone in 60 Seconds" both the plot and characters are tissue thin, with a noted emphasis instead on wall-to-wall vehicular carnage. Over 120 vehicles get spectacularly demolished: assorted vans, trucks, campers, souped-up hot rods, pick-ups, and more police cars than you can shake a nightstick at smash into each other, go off cliffs, veer all over the road, break in half, barrel down hills, create massive pile-ups, crash through houses, and generally make enough twisted scrap metal for a dozen junkyards. Add some nifty behind-the-scenes film-with-a-film footage, a snazzy cast which includes late, great folksy singer/songwriter Hoyt Axton, Christopher Stone as Hollis' brother-in-law, and Lynda Day George as a festival news reporter, a musical guest appearance by Freddy Cannon and the Belmonts, Eleanor the Mustang from "Gone in 60 Seconds," and a total dearth of needless high-falutin' pretense, and this baby's status as a surefire winner is completely in the bag, buddy.