"Death on Speed" movie review

Arvilla 2022-03-17 09:01:03

I learned a new word called: Frankenstein, translated into Frankenstein, probably adapted from Einstein

A decent action movie, at least it looks better than "Fast and Furious" after watching it. What I don't understand a bit about the plot is why this kind of drag racing and killing game can be held in the prison, and it has actually become a business method for the female warden.

Frank is a driver with a mask, but later found out that it was just a pawn of a female prison warden. If the driver's skills are good enough, anyone can wear this mask. The heroine is very hot

During the process, the car drove up and down, killing some people. In the end, the male protagonist and another car friend were left, and then they discussed to escape from the prison together through the game. In the end, the female warden was also killed by the male protagonist's engineer. blow up

Originally thought that the next film should be, a traitor began to appear in the male protagonist's car repair engineer. This traitor had to be a spy for his opponent for various reasons (extortion of his family, debt repayment, etc.), buried in the male lead. Lord here, the male protagonist almost couldn't win the opponent in the final game, but in the end he played the protagonist's brilliance and still won the opponent, and he also knew that the traitor was in the end and forgave him. It's probably the case, it's the case with the general movie plot.

But this time the female warden was so blown up, it felt a bit unexpected, actually this female warden is not a big boss

View more about Death Race reviews

Extended Reading

Death Race quotes

  • Hennessey: This prison is the home to murderers, rapists, and violent offenders of every kind. The United States Penal System sends me the worst of the worst. But the men you've provoked, well, let's just say Mr. Ames that the life term you've joined us for may be a lot shorter than you think.

    Jensen Ames: I understand tradition. Shuffling up the new guy, having an ass slapping good time up my butthole...

    [Jensen is hit in the side by Ulrich]

    Hennessey: Foul language... is an issue... for me. While looking over your record, I couldn't help noticing your occupational history. It seems you have some talent behind the wheel. Out of curiosity, when was the last time you raced?

    Jensen Ames: It's been a while. I lost my license.

    Hennessey: What if I could help you?

    Jensen Ames: Get my license back?

    Hennessey: I had something else in mind. You're familiar with the Death Race, and the driver the fans call Frankenstein. A man so disfigured by crashes that he's forced to wear a mask. His return to the track is highly anticipated, and therein lies my problem. No one knows yet, but poor Frank died on an operating table not long after his last race. Anyone can wear the mask, but not just anyone can drive the car. You have the skills required to keep the legend alive. I want you to become Frankenstein.

    Jensen Ames: No thanks. He's dead. Why don't you just tell the truth?

    Hennessey: The audience wants to see Frank again. He moves them. Inspires them. And in this world that's not easy to come by.

    Jensen Ames: What makes you think for a second I would risk my life doing this for you?

    Hennessey: Win five races, you go free. Those are the rules, and Frank has won four. Win one more, you walk. Call it intuition, but I don't think you belong in here with the rest of these animals.

    Jensen Ames: I might surprise you.

    Hennessey: The race is Friday, and I need your decision. You're a skilled driver. You're chances are good. I'm offering you your freedom, Mr. Ames. If it's not worth risking your life for, what is?

  • Lists: Jensen Garner Ames. Moved to the states at twenty-four years old. Named after a car, the Jensen Interceptor. A three time local speedway champion.

    Jensen Ames: You've done your homework, or do you just know everything?

    Coach: Jensen Interceptor. I had one. Handled like a school bus.