Crashing 70s trucker action, with handsome knothead Jan-Michael Vincent gear-jammin’ it down the road of exploitation thrills and thoroughly confused politics.
Superlative British shocker: expertly directed, beautifully constructed, and scintillatingly shot.
“Atta boy, Luther!”
Cold, impersonal, distant Frankenstein re-imagining―and a fairly perverse jab at its horror/suspense genre conventions.
“What you hunting this time?” “Going to shoot some pigs.”
Grimy, relentlessly downbeat actioner/drama, incisive and intriguingly hazy—and far better than its rep indicates—with Raquel Welch’s first really accomplished performance.
One long, downbeat descent into the void.