Speed Demon

A college kid returns to his FastCar hometown to find that his chums have turned to the supernatural to make their wheels go faster. This movie could be seen as a parody of testosterone-fueled jokes like "The Fast and the Furious," but it is played so damn straight-forward that it is impossible to take that way. DeCoteau's genre gender play is amusing and appreciated--for the first 20 minutes, all the male characters are topless, just chillin' at the garage with their buddies, and the two female characters are fully clothed. However, his fascination with buffed 'n waxed torsos is more than a little boring. I don't understand why he just doesn't go all out and make his films gay with lots of nudity instead of making these straight-forward movies where straight male characters in their scanties rub blood all over each other. Make a real homo-horror, dammit! Nobody wants to watch this crap.

As in Y did I watch this!! Wasted an hour & half of my life! Plus they don't seemed concerned that their friends are dying. And the front of his car is a 1970 Chevelle & the back is from a 1972 Chevelle

I saw the movie in the video store, knowing i had to see it, i'm a huge car guy. And the 1970 chevelle SS pictured on the front is my favorate car ever. I collect 70 chevelle memorabilia. I knew the movie would be horrible and it was, down to the film making the cars swap sides of the road as the camera changed locations. or typical car movie sudden burst of speed when you should have the pedal mashed to begin with. The homosexual overtones, the horrible acting and plot (plot, what plot?) ALL COULD HAVE BENN FORGIVEN. IF. . .

They got the freaking car right!!!!! it is a 71-72 chevelle rearend and a 70 chevelle front. horrible, just horrible.

this movie has no redeeming value

When I saw the words "muscle-car" in the TV guide write-up I thought "all right, not a bad way to spend a wintery afternoon." Cripes, was I wrong ! Who wrote this piece of crap, preteens jacked up on CoCo Puffs?? This piece of crap has a bad story line (son finds dead-dads amulet which drips blood and apparently is capable of making you drive faster - no evidence of that as there were no racing/speeding scenes to speak of), horrible acting, silly dialog with equally bad presentation. The worst dialog comes from none other than AUTO or is Otto. Who cares.... Apparently the word "muscle" in the title refers to Auto's overtly-gay gang members, who every 15 minutes or so, sensually rub blood onto someones bare muscular chest while dancing around a pentagram drawn onto the floor of their ....'hideout'.... The more I watched this piece of crap, the more it became clear that I was watching some sort of homo-erotic film. All in all, the best part of this movie were the sweet sounds emanating from the Chevelle's mufflers when the engine was revved. Otherwise, a terrible waste of time and probably rates as the worst movie I have ever seen.

If you have 85 minutes or so to spare, visit a lonely senior citizen and chat it up with them, they'll enjoy the company and you'll have done something worthwhile.

Part fast and furious part satanic teen homo-erotic thriller with a mind blowing twist ending. Nobody wears a shirt in the first hour of this movie except for the 2 female actors, which left me wondering when DeCoteau would just give up and turn this one into a porno. Glacial acting skills as one would expect from the director of such fine films as Creepozoids, Voodoo Academy and American Rampage.