Fine, so I let this blog sink into decrepitude. I’ll update more – but don’t expect Daniel-level hilarity from me.
The key here is brevity.
The most recent movie I saw is Hell Ride. Yes, Quentin came back with a Grindhouse follow-up.
Hell Ride is a biker gang story in this new 70’s B-movie homage/parody genre that we first saw in Grindhouse and the Devil’s Rejects.
I loved it although I spent half the time thinking about which tattoos I wanted. It’s not as funny as The Devil’s Rejects and the plot is clunky, but it’s still que badass.
Now, it’s not like a lot happens here… Hell Ride follows this format: shittalk, partyhardy, ride on road, shoot someone, shittalk, more partyhardy/corny sex scene, more riding, more shooting, etc, etc. repeat. But this is probably part of the whole B-movie parody bit. What makes the movie que badass is the attitude. It has a lot of that. Har har.
One thing that really grilled my cheese though was that the dates didn’t make sense.
What do I mean? SPOILER: Well, we have a “missing child/father/if it were only so obvious on Maury” plot, but the kid was supposedly 10 (or so) years old in 1976.
Now let’s do some math.
Our story is set in 2008.
The kid was 10 in 1976.
2008-1976 = 32 + 10 = 42.
So best case scenario this missing kid is 42 and the dad is in his mid sixties. Right? Am I missing something?
So why is the actor who plays the “missing kid” 25 at best? You know the mysterious young gunner in the Biker Gang is going to be the missing boy…this is how these things work…but it’s sort of impossible because he’s supposed to be middle aged by now.
“Hi I’m 42.”
Unless that booze/sex/constant desert sun exposure lifestyle does wonders in preservation. Hm. Maybe we should tell Miss Taylor about this…
Filed under: horror, thriller , hell ride, movie review
