David Carradine wears a Gimp mask and beats up Sly Stallone in a dystopian future built on corpses of unlucky pedestrians. On one level it’s a satire of America’s obsession with violence and what would become reality TV. On another, it’s just a really fun, low-budget, balls-to-the-wall racing picture.
3 1/2 out of 5 stars. Dumb but highly entertaining. Between Bartel and Mary Woronov I realized I was overdue for a viewing of Eating Raoul but a young Stallone took the cake in Death Race 2000. The futuristic political story end of things seemed just sort of tacked on and the obviously low budget seemed to handicap it, but its Corman so shut up.