Red Line (1996)

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 speeds toward a richness of consequences. Believe it or not, the crook has not been straight with the wheel man, and suddenly an even more vicious mobster is hot on speed racer’s tailpipe. The police are also in agitated pursuit. Everybody has a lot of trouble keeping their cars on the road. And up pops Julie Strain!