DEATH RACE 3: INFERNO
There is a stigma regarding films that go straight to video. The knock has always been that the movie is simply not good enough for a theatre run. After seeing some of the movies that do make theatre runs, you, dear reader, may wonder why anyone would hold this opinion.
The market of direct to video movies is booming. “Death Race 3: Inferno” would probably not have a very long theatre life. Cut out the theatrical campaign and distribution costs and the movie stands to make a decent profit. After the first film, with Jason Statham, the concept was pretty much played out. But never let a willing producer or studio skip on beating a dead horse for profit. It’s a mantra similar to the Obama Regime’s philosophy of never letting a good crisis go to waste.
So, “Death Race 3” was released Tuesday in a nifty package of Blu-Ray, DVD, Digital and Ultraviolet media. It was overseen by Roger Corman, so the camp is bountiful; and it was penned by Paul W.S. Anderson. Anderson has not written anything that should not have gone straight to video, so this script is in its milieu.
The plot is the same as the previous two films. This one skips so much on story that you don’t really find out what’s going on until the final five minutes. If you can sit through the chaos that long, it will all make sense and come full circle.
Luke Goss is back as Frankenstein, the con who always seems to need one more race to acquire freedom. Along for the ride, literally, are Danny Trejo, Ving Rhames, Dougray Scott and a bevy of buxom babes.
“Death Race 3” needs to be watched in a certain setting. It’s a bro-night flick. Order up some pizza and wings, enough libations to elicit whoops and hollers, and you’ll have a good night. Mindless action, boobs and an attempt to tie it all together at the end; at least the food will be good.
THE GRADE FOR DEATH RACE 3: INFERNO = C
Fiore Mastracci is a filmcritic living in Pittsburgh. He hosts and produces “Outtakes”, the nation’s longest-running film review program.