Sunday, 29 November 2009
Stinking Hell Ride
I couldn't resist. I've been a sucker for biker films since I saw The Wild Angels on a bootleg VHS in 1988 or 89. And I've been a fan of Quentin Tarantino since I saw Reservoir Dogs in Bradford before it went on general release (I've just found out Bradford is the world's first UNESCO City of Film. Take that and shove it LA and Bombay). And I like Madsen (below, as 'The Gent'). So, when I walked past the local rental shop (yes, Spalding has one) I was drawn in.
BUT... No one warned me about this stinker. Or if they did, I wasn't listening. Tarantino's only the executive producer (I think that means he makes the film happen and has creative input but obviously isn't the director), but his name is bigger than the director's.
The plot is kitten-weak; the acting beyond cliched; Vinnie Jones' accent is unfathomable; Dennis Hopper defies description...
And why has the lead got a false beard? Couldn't he grow one? At least, because it's only 1hr 15 long, I didn't waste too much time.
Here's the trailer if you haven't seen it. GI
PS Yes, everyone's a critic, I'm just warning you, my friends.