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Redline / Agent Bedhead
Redline was produced by Daniel Sadek, who has so much money at his disposal that he financed this movie from $26 million of his own and willingly placed his collection of exotic sports cars into the action sequences. And, since the film was under none of the usual studio constraints, one might expect a particularly kick-ass movie. And to some degree, it is; if you’re into overwrought anthems to greed and the need for speed that not only have their fair share of crashes, but also feature the triple sins of racing, gambling, and scantily-clad womenfolk.
From the opening credits, it is clear that law enforcement is but a trivial matter in this film. The initial sequence features a million-dollar bet between Hollywood moneyman Jerry (Tim Matheson) and the reprehensible counterfeiter Michael (Angus Macfadyen). The two bet that the latter’s nephew, Jason (Jesse Johnson), can’t drive from L.A. to Vegas in an hour and 45 minutes. The obedient nephew sets off in a Mercedes at over 200 mph, and when the radar detector in a police car goes off, the officer casually glances around and doesn’t see the vehicle that’s already disappeared over the horizon, so he smacks the obviously deviant machine and returns to his nap. During a later race scene, a motorcycle cop gets tossed into the back of a pickup truck that he’s just pulled over. The racers are too fast for the law, which is probably why nobody ever calls the cops when all the exciting kidnapping crap goes down.
And the message here is clear — don’t expect reality to enter into this picture. Nothing could echo this sentiment any more than the heroine, Natasha Martin (Nadia Bjorlin), who is the kind of girl that every guy wants. She’s got street smarts, drives like hell, and comes from the Yasmeen Bleeth/Tiffani Amber Thiessen school of brunette, slightly voluptuous hard bodies with a jaw-dropping ass. And she can kick ass under the hood of a car, too, suggesting that long nails and a tire-changing ability are not mutually exclusive.
Another bored millionaire, Infamous (Eddie Griffin), enters the scene and courts Natasha to be his personal race car driver for gambling purposes. The tragedy in Natasha’s past prevents her from accepting this offer, but she and her band sign on as the musical act for the illegal races anyway. Natasha’s band is billed as the “hottest unsigned rock band on the West Coast,” and when they launch into their musical felony, it’s clear why this band is still unsigned — they really, really suck. Infamous brings the band along anyway, not for their musical talent, but because — like every other man in this movie — he wants Natasha.
After the film really gets started, Infamous tosses the unwitting Natasha into a betting pool, and in doing so, he continues the unwritten rule that Eddie Griffin must perform some degree of pimping, either of the literal or figurative sense, in every damn movie he appears in. Griffin may also be the only available actor who could believably land a private jet in the Nevada desert and toss out a misbehaving beyotch along with her luggage and oversized hat. Consider that a warning, disciples.
The other main characters of the film are a mixed bag. Jason (Jesse Johnson) is the pretty boy who gets the ladies, which might be believable if he didn’t also have an awesome case of acne loosely covered by a sheen of Revlon foundation. Older brother Carlo (Nathan Phillips) oozes pure testosterone, and as a matter of convenience, he’s just arrived home from his tour in Iraq to kick some goombah ass and defend his puny little brother. Amazingly, whenever Carlo appears oncreen, some other character gets carjacked or grabassed, and Carlo has no choice but to climb onto his steed and slay the villains. In all fairness, Carlo is the only likable character in the entire movie and his hotness does go a long way toward compensating for Angus Macfadyen’s unwise decision to remove his shirt.
As far as illegal racing movies are concerned, Redline is comparable to The Fast and the Furious, though Redline exchanges the cumbersome plot for a nonexistent one and throws in some hip-hop flava, courtesy of Wyclef Jean’s music score (who also makes the tiniest of cameos). The absence of plot doesn’t really matter, though, because important questions do exist: How did Eddie Griffin really crash a $1.2 million Ferrari Enzo? Will Natasha and her boys end up getting that elusive recording contract? And, most importantly, will Carlo bed Natasha?
For those that don’t give a rat’s ass about plot or a believable storyline and kinda sorta want to see an Enzo Ferrari, Ferrari F430, Ferrari Scaglietti Phantom, Lamborghini Murcielago, and a couple of McLarens, then put yo’ ass in the theater seat. But, consider yourselves cautioned against the disorienting pace of well-varied cleavage, uberfast cars, and an Elvis imitator gone bad.
Agent Bedhead lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma and tries to avoid reality at all costs. She also insults pop culture daily at agentbedhead.com.
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Comments
...It's sort of sad how many people I know who will really want to see this movie. Strange how I'm actually friends with people who appreciate such fine cinema as Tokyo Drift.
I, however, will being making a point of avoiding such silliness, because despite my love of fast cars, I would rather just play Need for Speed. At least that requires some modicum of brain activity.
Posted by: Kate K. at April 14, 2007 6:32 PM
The definitive underground race movie has already been made, it's called Cannonball Run(I). This is just car porn, apart from the fact that hip-hop "artists" and douchebags have ruined the exotic car hobby.
Give me a '66 Mustang Fastback over a Lamborghini any day. Gotta say though, Eddie Griffin was da' bomb in Undercover Brother yo.'Love that movie.
Posted by: BarbadoSlim at April 14, 2007 7:13 PM
Um...this might be the first time I've read a review on this site, and still didn't know what the movie was about. And it's not for lack of trying from AB, either. Surely, a 90 to 120 minute movie can't be about driving from one city to another, can it?
Posted by: Daphne at April 14, 2007 7:43 PM
W-wha? Lemme make sure I'm on the right site... yeah, it's Pajiba... so where's the hostility guys? Haha, if there was one movie I was actually looking forward to ol' Pajiba rippin a new hole into, it was Redline, but all in all the critique is pretty timid *sigh*.
I took solace in the fact that this movie will do very poorly (at least I hope so, I really did not care for a new injection in the F&F car racing genre), and will only be seen by car nerds. You know who I'm talking about; "Nuh-uh, a Ferarri Testerosta could TOTALLY beat a Lamborghini in wet weather!"
Posted by: eastshore4 at April 14, 2007 8:52 PM
To: eastshore4
Look dude, if Agent Bedhead LIKED the movie, he can't really trash the movie in the review. Not every review on Pajiba is negative.
Posted by: Shaun at April 15, 2007 2:52 AM
to:shaun
The Agent is a "she".
Posted by: greer at April 15, 2007 9:18 AM
(Shaun: Agent Bedhead = she.)
...comes from the Yasmeen Bleeth/Tiffani Amber Thiessen school of brunette...
Perfect way to categorize, if we must categorize. Of that school of brunette, I was sort of girl-crushy partial to Yancy Butler, though, in her day.
Posted by: Ranylt at April 15, 2007 9:25 AM
I have seen the trailer and found this crap laughable bad. Correction, just plain bad, not even laughable bad. The "actors" are so horrid, the dialogs... my first thought upon seeing the trailer was "my god, this is even worse than fast and furious"
i'm tired of all the "well, if you forget about the non-existent plot you might enjoy it etc."
i say, if you forget about the non-existent plot and enjoy that kind of crap, you're a brainless idiot.
just because it's an action movie doesn't mean it doesn't need a a plot. good action movies have plots. bad ones don't.
and to read almost a recommendation for this on pajiba... what's the world coming to.
Posted by: Arthur Dent at April 15, 2007 12:04 PM
hey barbadoslim, you bring your 66 stang , i`ll be in my 02 z06 we`ll race to vegas! car porn . a step or two above a chick flick..
Posted by: pasadenamike at April 15, 2007 12:20 PM
In all fairness, Carlo is the only likable character in the entire movie and his hotness does go a long way toward compensating for Angus Macfadyen's unwise decision to remove his shirt.
I don't know why, but I actually burst out laughing when I read this. I think I scared the cat.
And as for the alleged lack of scathing-ousity (it's a word now) in this review, I think that's okay. You can be really inflamed and enraged by a dumbass movie. But you can also just recognize it for what it is, and not feel particularly offended by it.
I can't speak for Agent B, but that seems to be the case here. I maintain that low expectations are the secret to happiness, or at least reduced frustration.
Posted by: brodie at April 15, 2007 2:53 PM
I think this movie is so obviously bad that it's not really worth the effort to come up with a lot of zingers for the review. The description of the movie's story pretty much says it all- the 'hottest unsigned band on the West Coast'? Something about Eddie Griffin landing a plane in Nevada and demonstrating his pimp game? And an ass-kicking Iraqi war veteran to boot? All in the same movie?
This all just seems wrong in so many different ways.
Posted by: Steve Lang at April 16, 2007 12:45 AM
I once dated a guy who was obsessed with "the Fast and the Furious" I must have seen that movie upwards of 30 times, all that came out of it was than I now involuntarily dig my nails into my palms every time Paul Walker comes on screen (which ruins Varsity Blues for me). I fucking hate movies like this. That being said I don't think this movie is truely deserving of scathing-ocity - from the sounds of it the makers were aware that it was never going to be anything more than car porn. It's like hating a Will Ferrel "comedy" for being dumb - it was never going to be anything else.
Posted by: Alex the Odd at April 16, 2007 5:01 AM
Exactly. I knew going in that this movie would suck more balls than Naveen Andrews' character in Grindhouse.
So I could tell you what you already know or make something of it. It wasn't so bad for a movie billed as pure trash.
And yeah, I would've used the cool italic-styled critical inserts in various comments to make those statements, but Dustin is still hazing me. ;-)
Posted by: agent bedhead at April 16, 2007 12:26 PM
I knew going in that this movie would suck more balls than Naveen Andrews' character in Grindhouse.
Crickey! It's comments like that which'll speed up your promotion, I'm sure. Keep 'em coming, AB.
Posted by: Ranylt at April 16, 2007 12:55 PM
Movies like this are my guilty pleasure. I mean, why gamble with a movie that could be sub-par, when you know what you're paying for right away? Cars, women, and complete bad-assitude.
Posted by: Graceful Dave at April 16, 2007 9:37 PM
I'm just very happy that you used a Rob Zombie song for the name of the review. And I recognized it! Yay!
Posted by: Alice at April 16, 2007 10:09 PM
hi
Posted by: kelly at April 17, 2007 8:59 PM
My friend worked for a company owned by Daniel Sadek. Half the company was laid off because he wanted to make this movie. Plus he's totally being sued because he destroyed priceless cars that make other collectors' cars worth a lot less.
Posted by: psyke42 at April 18, 2007 1:57 PM

