Exploitive B-flick violated my moral code
Do not get me wrong: I knew exactly what I was going into. This is a B-movie all the way. The character of Chev Chelios is a one-dimensional, angry adrenaline junkie who takes whatever he wants, and is willing to hurt anyone along his way for revenger against the gangster who injected with a "Beijing cocktail" that means he MUST keep his heart rate up if he wants to live. It sounds straight out of the plot of a 70s movie that would play at a shady theater. The violence is frequent and bloody, needles jamming into skin, guns blasting, bones breaking. It's ALL about drugs, coke, nasal spray, waffle irons. The language is atrocious, and the sex...well that's where the movie absolutely lost me. In an attempt to keep his heart pumping, Chev *SPOILER* tries to engage his girlfriend, (an incredibly wasted Amy Smart. I haven't even seen her in anything else but what a stupid role in general) in public sex. She CLEARLY doesn't want to at first, and the scene is very uncomfortable in the suggestion of Chev will go so far as to rape his girlfriend to keep himself alive. I can get onboard for stupid, adrenaline-soaked trashy fun, but even though she does end up participating in what I guess is "consensual" between them, you just feel like you need to take a shower afterwards. This with some ultra-cheesy green screen just leaves a disappointing experience.
This title contains:
Violence & scariness
Drinking, Drugs & Smoking