Death Race 2000 (1975) 80 min Rated R
Death Race 2000 is a 1975 cult action film directed by Paul Bartel, and starring David Carradine, Simone Griffeth and Sylvester Stallone. The film takes place in a dystopian American society in the year 2000, where the murderous Transcontinental Road Race has become a form of national entertainment. The screenplay is based on the short story The Racer by Ib Melchior.[3]
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0072856/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_Race_2000
Opener: Does this super gimp costume make me look fast? Super gimpy…yeah.
Oh! It’s murder race day. What am I going to wear!? Let’s see…My Ernhart shirt? Hmmm…not sure if he exists in this timeline. How about my Speed Racer shirt? Nah…too french…and we hate the french…or is that japan…the scarf always throws me off…oui oui little monkey…..No wait…I got it…my gimp suit…oh and this cape…SUPER GIMPY! Just need to zip this up…….HOLY BALLS! MY NIPPLE! Holy Nipples My balls!!
Twitter: Death Race 2000 – Like running over the racing pope in your suped up corvette wearing a gimp suit. Wait…it was nothing like that. Creamed and reamed.
Stuff I Loved:
Race pope!
Know what we need. A really real closeup of a marching band.
Beautiful mat painting of the future!!
Great American Multitude.
20th Annual
5 bravest of men and woman.
3 days for American Champion.
Transcontinental Road Race
Alright, Alright. Bruce Buddy Buddy.
Her friends and lovers.
I dream of Jeannie!
There is no cause for alarm. State of Suspended animation.Ewwww…Frankenstein!
How is Mr. President.
It’s good to see the Nazis come back en vogue in the future
Buzz Bomb has a little bit more juice this year.
Not a lot of fans of Nero
Who was Joe shooting at? Creamed and reamed.
T-Video satellite.
The AntiHero – Frankenstein, Mobsters, Nero, Nazi and Sex pots?
I spit on your car
The president is broadcasting from a smokehouse.
Minority privileged?
TV…the only network.
Mr. President is in Moscow.
The world crash of 79.
Mat Painting for the future
Did she bedazzle that helmet herself?
Howard Cosell to Junior Bruce
If you win a race you become top dog.
No…they did not speed up the film during the race.
Mr. P loves you…GIVE HER THE D!
Alright alright…and hey hey hey… – Junior Bruce
Don’t you know about my face.
What…are we out a crazy straws?
It’s worse than I thought! You look like David Carradine!
What morons work on the road on transcontinental death race day?
Retard the spark 3 degrees
Not a lot of wind blowing on the outside of a racecar
How fast you move determines how long you live? I would think sitting in a tank would be more effective.
You would think you would get more points for more able bodied people.
A beautiful kill. A neat kill.
We are just going to roll out these old people from the geriatrics ward.
Best ever run over scene..stupid nurses.
What were they feeding that baby!
Start the Jam!!
Future race car Siri…has no information
Dumbasses. Got on the wrong side of the barracade
Get off the rope!!
I got a big ole knife on the front of my car…
and is a spitshine the only kind of car wax of the future? Loogie!
Everybody gets a body builder masseuse except for that one lady. She gets scrawny guy.
Frankenstein…Gimp Suit With A Cape. A good friend of mine.
Your fan club loves you…and we also belong to an astrology group…just saying
Carradine is sporting the skimpy gimp. Everybody will be wearing it.
Is he suggesting the Swiss doctors replace his junk?
Oops, dropped my glove.
Chrysler! Ran over the deacon.
You can’t score religious personalities
Joe…you’re salivating.
Hope that was some high speed film…splat the girl.
Chicken in a basket….chicken in a casket
That’s the oldest prison gang biker I ever done saw.
Oh shit! They closed the hole on him.
Who got the last laugh now.
Who gives a GD shit.
I did it….I’m no smuck!
All I got to do is run through a cyclone fence.
Hey look…it’s another gimp…and he’s waving…he’s like a friendly gimp.
Stupid french. ruining everything…including the phone system.
Does your death race insurance cover the navigator driving the car? I think not. DEATH!
We get a bulldozer and we trim this edge…Shutup!
Pictures of you all over the outhouse.
Hey…here is a plan. Don’t run straight…it’s pretty easy to avoid a car…holy hell…ass blood.
Haaa…They ordered an Acme hole in the wall and put up a detour sign. Totally Wile E Coyote’d the Nazis.
Me? oh nothing pa…I’m just pushing a tire in my overalls and silk shirt.
If the compound is in Japan….ooooh..
Who do you work for?
Replacement Goon Gimp.
What is wrong with Roger?
Joe is a bit of a food slob.
That dude has a lot of pens. The future FBI has a lot of pens.
I told you to stop playing that song!
Clam sauce is nasty.
Super Gimp!
The damn French. So typical. Stinking european allies.
Come on Franky…use some Kung Fu
70s fighting music is the worst…the fighting ain’t much better.
also, 70s love making music ain’t much better.
Native American Know How?
That funny man from Chicago. Ran over his own pit crew.
Calamity Jane always knew the 3 point turn would be the death of her.
hand gernade…get. it…it’s a hand…and it’s a gernade!!
hey, let’s stop for a lengthy moral discussion…we are only racing here.
I’ll just kill the president by running him over with my kill car…why didn’t I think of that!
No more death race…no more ruling abroad…restore free elections…Minority Privilege is revoked…wait…what?
Mr. & Mrs President Frankenstein.
