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| The cleavage. |
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| Hand grenade. |
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| Rambo, sweet talking the ladies. |
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| Oh, the cleavage! |
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| Rambo, trying to get a date. |
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| Immer Spaltung. |
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| Zippers! |
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| I have a violin and I’m not afraid to use it! |
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| “Get back there and retard spark 4 3°.” |
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| “Toro!” (actual line) |
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| Rambo tries to impress the ladies. |
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| Drink of the day. |
Paul Bartel’s 1975 vision of the future of sports and politics sees Nero the Hero, Calamity Jane, Frankenstein, Rambo and Mathilda the Hun racing coast to coast while racking up points for running over women (10p), teenagers (40p), senior citizens (100p), etc.
Think Rollerball with cars. And more cleavage.
There isn’t really much to say about Death Race 2000. There’s an incompetent resistance, an evil dictator, a sudden plot-twist involving the allegiance of the antagonist, gratuitous violence, cleavage, yada, yada, yada. Nothing wrong with any of that, although the following year’s Cannonball (also by Bartel) was a definite improvement.
“Mister President is in his summer palace in Peking. He loves everybody, and everybody loves him.”
| Title: | Death Race 2000 |
| Director: | Paul Bartel |
| The memories: | The mammaries |
| Score: | 4/6 |
| Drink of the day: | Hamar & Lillehammer Julebrus |
