Mooshki - Movie Review - Death Race

This is a Paul W.S. Anderson remake of a Roger Corman movie. For some of you, that’s all I need to say. For the rest of you, if you like gratuitous destruction, explosions, bloody violence, and bouncing cleavage, with a touch of humor, “Death Race” is for you. There is no subtlety or irony, and only a bare smidgen of social commentary. (The fact that the prison is named “Terminal Island” and all the prisoners wear jumpsuits with “TERMINAL” on the back is a nice touch, though.)
Happily, the movie has equal opportunity eye candy. There’s CDAN fave Jason Statham getting hosed down naked and doing pull-ups in his cell wearing nothing but a pair of gloriously low-cut pants. Tyrese Gibson as the rival tough guy hottie. A bevy of big-breasted beauties whom Paris was kind enough to lend a set of her miraculous push-up bras, in particular Natalie Martinez as the ultimate fantasy – a scantily clad, drop dead sexy gal who works magic with a car. (Enty, if you like Eva Mendes, you’ll love her!) For the over-50 crowd, cutie Ian McShane is great as the wise mentor of the good-guy team, and Joan Allen, although a bit “smoothed out” in the face, looks absolutely gorgeous, with a body I’d kill to have. Joan also gets the best bad line of the movie. I don’t want to spoil it for anyone who plans to see the flick, but if you’re curious you can find it here: http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=14nhhg7&s=4