Word: motorpsycho
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...Motorpsycho Nightmare It's 2012, we're told at the start. The U.S. economy has collapsed. Prisons have been privatized. The government rules with an iron fist, and the populace is sedated with violent entertainment. (Wait, this isn't futurism; it's a Daily Kos blog.) On a nouveau Alcatraz called Terminal Island, Warden Hennessey (Joan Allen, merging her purse-lipped Pat Nixon impersonation with the imperious tenseness of Dick Nixon in late-Watergate mode) is in charge of an annual televised car-nage held on a giant track within the prison. In this Death Race, lifers drive the souped...
...become occasional allies, as when Ames and Machine Gun Joe "play a little offense," teaming up to demolish one of Hennessey's fire-spewing trucks. Round and round they go, till... but by now you know the heroes and villains, and who'll get sprung or splattered before this motorpsycho nightmare is over...
...things as fetching as a bruised ego on a beautiful angel." The movie's one moment of unforced charisma comes when Russell catches the camera watching him, and smiles. The viewer just naturally smiles back. Why would these women be inching away from Mike? Because he's a motorpsycho killer in an imperishable death...
...into a second, artistically abundant mid-'60s phase: black-and-white backwoods melodramas. The films' plot variations on cupidity and stupidity were nearly as inspired as their titles. "Mudhoney"! (A familiarly lurid tale of the drifter, the town bully and the yearning babe, with a supporting role for Maitland.) "Motorpsycho"! (A low-budget "Wild One" - the motorcycle crazies ride mopeds - with many worthy extras: a nice debut turn by Alex Rocco as a man whose wife the gang raped; a cameo by Meyer as the sexist sheriff who snaps, as regards Rocco's wife, "Nothin' happened to her a woman...
...Saturday Night at the Movies. And when we sit in the half-light of these theatres, distracted by candy-laden children in action in too many aisles, wondering what evil lurks in the hearts of men who throw a sign saying ARS GRATIA ARTIS in front of a motorpsycho surfing shocker, we can grasp something of the apathy and despair that has permeated every aspect of Hollywood film production...