There’s nothing like a car crash with its attendant exploding flames to give an adrenal thrill, unless it’s a hot B-screen booby icon strutting her tight-clad backside and teasingly flexing her front-side cones. Such is the formula followed by Red Line (1996), a trashy tale of a slowing racecar driver who takes a couple of dicey repo jobs for a bad-ass gangster and … Become a Mr Skin Member and get the full review