Projet RPM

If you were to take Gone in Sixty Seconds, and remove anything that even remotely looks like a plot, good acting, and direction, you would be left with a movie, and I use the term very loosely, called R.P.M. And the strange thing is, this movie was made way back in 1997! So I guess you could say that Jerry Bruckheimer got the idea for ‘Sixty Seconds from R.P.M…..Naw. Starring David Arquette and Famke Janssen, this `movie' is set in the south of France where Arquette is hired to steal the prototype of a gasless car named R.P.M. (Deciding the name of the car must have taken a whole 2 minutes.). Arquette and Janssen soon find themselves out for the same thing, and their `chemistry' between each other is very hard to swallow at times, all the way up to the ‘secret' they share with us by the end of the movie. Everything about this movie is wrong. From the acting, and again I use that term loosely, to the unrealistic one billion dollar paycheck for the R.P.M. If there is to be any redeeming qualities of this entire movie, I must admit that Famke Janssen is looking as beautiful as usual.

It is this reviewers opinion to spare yourself the humiliation of actually paying money to rent this, and wait until it comes on regular t.v., not even HBO, and watch it in the privacy of your own home.

David Arquette was pretty bad in this movie. He's a professional Car thief who was hired to steal a new model car along with some other tight cars. There's some bad cars in this movie and I really enjoyed it. There's some funny parts in this movie too. I believe this is one of his best movies. People should definitely watch it.

A professional American car thief goes to France to steal a prototype super car from an international car show for his oil baron/mobster boss - who sees the launch of this new alternative fuel vehicle as a major threat to his business.

Laughably cheap, unexciting, uninspiring caper not helped by poor casting, awful acting and a silly script.

the only plus points to this are the occasional nice car not forgetting the breathtaking scenery of the south of France. Its no surprise this film sat on the shelf for years without distribution.

One can only assume the likes of Famke Janssen and David Arquette quite desperately needed the money when they made this turkey.

As one reviewer came close to commenting. This film is above crticism. To do so, bequeathes it a degree of status to which it is not entitled. In fact the only reason to watch it, besides the plethora of droolable vehicles on show is the undeniable pleasure to be had (assuming one is male...actually in THIS day and age, that is probably no longer a necessary requisite!) watching the professionally curvy Miss Janssen removing her skimpy black knickers for the purpose of inflaming the passions of her mechanic whom she has just erotically doused with what looks like seriously low-grade motor oil!

Anyone notice Jerry Hall scowling alongside the Aston Martin DB3? The years haven't been overly kind so it would seem, since her walk-on slinkathon in furs with Rock icon Bryan Ferry at the latter end of his "Lets Stick Together" film clip! Mind you...a life with Jagger???

But I digress! Arquette can never be anything but the goof he is..the film has by necessity been dumbed down to accommodate his dubious talents here. EIGHT LEGGED FREAKS I suspect is as good as ever he's likely to get. Having said that...he alone is not responsible for the talentless end-product that masquerades here as passable entertainment. You're talking el-cheapo production values, first-time actors, a script by creatively bereft 8th graders and hammy directing. Regrettably its not bad enough to be notable or off-beat enough to be vaguely interesting.

What it IS....is a home movie that neither Janssen or Arquette would want to include on their resume!

I must warn you all, as a fellow member of the human race, to steer clear of this film...far clear. I rented this movie, and now I want those 90 minutes of my life back. However, I must say it felt far longer than that.

RPM was a disgrace of a film. It promotes the idea that oil is a perfectly good erotic lubricant, and numerous other monstrously ridiculous concepts. I write this comment not to insult the film, but to actually warn the public of this wretched beast of motion picture entertainment.