Saturday Night Drive-in Theater Review: Drive Angry

by | Feb 27th, 2011 | 12:34AM | Filed under: Movies, Theatrical Reviews

Theatrical Review: Before a late-night screening of Drive Angry last week, a fellow critic and I may or may not have had a handful of berry Mojitos we found on special at the theater bar. The next 90 minutes were… unsettling. Here follows my best attempt at bearing witness to what I saw.

And lo, through the hard-R fires of the unholy Meat Loaf, I beheld a dark figure burning rubber out of Hell behind the wheel of a ’69 Charger, and his hair was dirty bottle blond, as if he were going to up-sell me appetizers at TGIFridays. And I asked, “Who is this hellspawn driver with the crazy eyes and the vanishing hairline?” And a voice said, “It is The Cage. And he is angry. While driving. In 3D.”

Fiery came The Cage, a dead man burst free the confines of Hell to rescue his infant granddaughter from the murdering clutches of a Satanic cult. And his ghost-riding name was “John Milton,” because in this scorched land of demonic exploitation, of Dirty Mary’s tongue in Crazy Larry’s cheek, subtlety is for the weak and the unicorn lovers.

At Milton’s side rode a human waitress full of sass and tight of top–she was Amber Heard and in her butt-kicking presence the fanboys did lick their gummi lips and clutch their limited-edition Stepfather Blu-rays in stammering adulation.

Pursue’d this pair was by William Fichtner, fearsome Underworld Accountant, wryly channeling The Prophesy‘s Mr. Walken with sharpened suit and vicious smirk. Was this the Fichtner who once bedeviled The Swayze in Ghost and recently menaced Jason Statham in The Mechanic? (No, you’re thinking of Tony Goldwyn. William Fichter was in Date Night and Armageddon.) Oh right, and Last House on the Left! (Nope, Goldwyn again.) Um, the bank manager at the start of Dark Knight? (Yes! That’s Fichtner!)

And suddenly there was among them the nice dad from Twilight, here a cult-leading dirt bag birthed in shame from The Long-Departed Elvis by way of Jim Jones and Aleister Crowley. There followed much shotgun splatter, for against all laws of God, Satan, and Driver’s Ed, The Cage was shooting while driving, knocking limbs off those who opposed him as one might shatter lawn gnomes with a three wood. (Not that I would know anything of the latter.)

Heavy revved the 440 engine and bloodily the body parts flew, surging from the screen in three diabolical dimensions. Beware the wayward hand! Duck ye the soaring jawbone! As the mayhem did continue, came with it the gratuitous roadhouse nudity, the roaring rock and the sleazy roll, the Forget You sunglasses, and the swigging of the Daniels, Jack. To the action rose even sweet Amber, dispatching one goon with a garden tool–truly death by ho(e).

Always center was The Cage, his wild-eyed momentum un-checked, his locks of golden straw unencumbered by deep conditioner. Trembled did all who found themselves in his path, and cried out, “Why?” Came the answer: “Because the IRS won’t let you pay back taxes with collectible comic books.”

Struggle mightily I did with it all, for there wafted the stench of faux ‘70s exploitation cheese, a stupid-cool spin out in Tarantino land, sans the subtext. Here was a brimstone Race With the Devil without Warren Oates or Peter Fonda. A high-octane Vanishing bereft of Point. Yet as the engines roared and the crimson flowed, what giggling lizard-brain fun there was to be had, as if watching Smokey chase the Bandit straight down to Hell.

In time my vision dimmed, and as The Cage strained his last grimace I grasped the meaning: When all is said and done and the final orange fireball fades, ’tis better to steal a muscle car in Hell than own a Prius in Heaven.

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8 Responses to “Saturday Night Drive-in Theater Review: Drive Angry”

  1. Jeremy F.
    Posted on February 27, 2011 at 10:07 am

    but you didnt answer the big question….was the 3d good???

  2. Stan Holden
    Posted on February 27, 2011 at 10:26 am

    And in the end Francis Ford is forgiven for being glad his nephew took on a new name.

  3. Trevor L
    Posted on February 27, 2011 at 12:59 pm

    I still totally want to see it. Is it still at least worth it as a dumb action movie?

  4. Locke Peterseim
    Locke Peterseim
    Posted on February 27, 2011 at 2:32 pm

    Oh it’s absolutely a complete riot as a dumb fun silly crazy action movie! I actually recommend it for exactly those reasons

  5. LaughingMouse
    Posted on February 27, 2011 at 10:00 pm

    I just started following Redblog. And … I LOVE IT! And I LOVELOVE LOVE this review! I hadn’t really planned on seeing the movie, but YOU have solidified that decision … and made me laugh in the process. Excellent writing!!

  6. Locke Peterseim
    Locke Peterseim
    Posted on February 28, 2011 at 8:06 am

    Aww thanks, Laughing Mouse and welcome to redblog! Hope you can hang around a while!

  7. Fiirvoen
    Posted on February 28, 2011 at 1:29 pm

    LaughingMouse is right. This is one of the best pieces you’ve done in quite a while. A total riot! Great work, man!

  8. NYSHOCKER
    Posted on March 1, 2011 at 2:28 am

    I’m so ready to see that Hellbound muscle car! Every site I have seen so far hasn’t given this one better than 2 stars, in my opinion when those so called “experts” to that the movie is much more entertaining. The only reason I was on the edge of my seat when my wife DRAGGED me to see The Kings Speech was so I could exit the theater ASAP. I think I’ll be on the edge of it for a different reason when I see this one.