Incannerax What a waste of my time!!!

ChanFamous I wanted to like it more than I actually did... But much of the humor totally escaped me and I walked out only mildly impressed.

Quiet Muffin This movie tries so hard to be funny, yet it falls flat every time. Just another example of recycled ideas repackaged with women in an attempt to appeal to a certain audience.

Billy Ollie Through painfully honest and emotional moments, the movie becomes irresistibly relatable

zetes This film has an abysmal 2.8 rating on IMDb, but I didn't think it was anywhere near that bad. In my opinion, a movie can only really be bad if it's boring, and this movie isn't that. It is cheap and poorly made, but it's moderately fun and you can laugh at it. So it's not any kind of horrid failure. It's kind of an unofficial follow-up to one of Roger Corman's more popular productions, Death Race 2000, in that it's about a motor sport created to distract the unwashed masses and stars David Carradine. It also takes place in the future. This future is post-apocalyptic, and David Carrdine, along with hottie Claudia Jennings, are warriors who live in the wastelands. They are captured by "civilization" (which includes crazy ruler David McLean and his minion Richard Lynch) and, along with a doctor who diagnosed McLean's sanity and his rebel son (William Smithers and Will Walker, respectively), they're forced to participate in deathsport, where they basically try to survive while menacing soldiers on deathcycles try to waste them. The titular deathsport really only lasts for a few minutes in the film, and then the rest of the movie has the four heroes escaping on the deathcycles while pursued by Lynch and his thugs. The movie ends with a hilarious duel between Carradine and Lynch, using "whistlers", which are clear plastic swords that whistle when you swing them.

Woodyanders Following the great Neutron wars, the world in the year 3000 has become divided between totalitarian city states and dangerous desert wastelands. Powerful and nomadic Zen warrior-like Ranger Guides Kaz Oshay (a very hairy David Carradine, who somehow manages to keep a straight face amid the abundant absurdity) and Deneer (a pleasingly feisty portrayal by ravishing 70's drive-in cinema goddess Claudia Jennings) are captured by the evil, deranged, and terminally ill Lord Zirpola (sullen David McLean) to participate in Zirpola's deadly gladiatorial combat game of Deathsport. Of course, Kaz and Deneer manage to escape. The wicked Ankar Moor (deliciously essayed with teeth-gnashing nasty brio by Richard Lynch) gives chase. Man, does this gloriously ghastly abomination possess all the right wrong stuff to qualify as an enjoyably atrocious stinkeroonie: hopelessly ham-fisted (mis)direction by Allan Arkush and Nicholas Niciphor (the latter also co-wrote the nonsensical script), loads of pretentious mystical mumbo jumbo about some silly sacred code of honor, cheesy (far from) special effects (the laughably lousy matte paintings are a truly sorry, yet sidesplitting sight to behold), an uproariously inappropriate wonky-spacey score by Andy Stein complete with annoying droning synthesizer and a little jazzy wailing saxophone (!), ineptly staged action scenes (the climactic swordfight between Kaz and Ankar is weirdly edited and hence totally fumbled, but at least it concludes with a gnarly decapitation), exaggerated and often ear-splitting "Road Runner" cartoon type sound effects, some seriously bad over-the-top acting (Will Walker in particular is just terrible as whiny wimp Marcus Karl), a band of cave-dwelling cannibal mutants played by a gaggle of poor extras in tattered rags who sport ping-pong ball eyes and cheap plastic dime-store fangs, plentiful garish and excessive explosions, and tin-eared dialogue (choice lame line: "Everything is within the self; nothing is outside"). As a much-appreciated added plus, we also got a satisfying smattering of tasty gratuitous distaff nudity courtesy of the always scrumptious Ms. Jennings and hot brunette former "Penthouse" Pet of the Month Valerie Rae Clark (Miss May '77) as a -- what else? -- nude dancer. (Ladies will be glad to know that Carradine spends a fair share of his screen time clad solely in a loincloth ala Charlton Heston in "Planet of the Apes.") Jesse Vint has a sizable part as Ankar's right-hand man Polna, familiar bald baddie H.B. Haggerty appears in one of his customary sneering heavy roles as a sadistic torture-happy jailer, and a baby-faced Linnea Quigley pops up in a quick uncredited bit as a courtesan. Ace cinematographer Gary Graver offers several striking visuals and makes cool occasional use of wipes. A wonderfully wretched riot!

eggamus I loved Death Race 2000 when I found out there was a sequel I bought the DVD and was very dissapointed with the film. I dont know why this film is called a sequel to DR 2000 as its nothing like it the only similarities are that it stars David Carradine and has the word Death in the title

gridoon The previous comments hit the mark perfectly. This is one of the clunkiest, most inept, most plotless post-apocalyptic "sci-fi" flicks you're ever likely to see. Claudia Jennings has a showstopping nude scene, but that's not a strong enough reason to sit through "Deathsport"'s awful sound effects, insufferably bad dialogue and lame action scenes. (*1/2)