Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator
If you enjoy weird historical artifacts or have a strange fascination with mid-century corporate propaganda, you’ll probably find this mildly amusing. Everyone else—especially people who just want to watch a movie without being told how to steer—will find it incredibly dry. It’s not really a "movie" in any sense that matters, but it exists, and I watched it so you don't have to.
The whole premise is that cars are getting faster, so we need to act like railway engineers to stay alive. It’s a very specific, weird kind of paranoia. They really want you to be afraid of the gas pedal.
There’s a stiffness to the dialogue that makes everyone sound like they’re reading off a cue card held by someone they dislike. It lacks the charm you might find in something like Cowboy Holiday, where at least people are allowed to have a personality. Here, personality is a safety hazard.
The cinematography is purely utilitarian. Every shot of a road is just there to illustrate a point about proper spacing, like a high-budget driver’s ed video. You keep waiting for a story to break out, but it just keeps circling back to the same points about braking distances.
I found myself wondering if anyone actually followed this advice. The idea of treating a sedan like a freight train is honestly kind of funny. Imagine pulling up to a stoplight and trying to calculate your momentum like you're hauling coal. It’s just absurd.
Compared to the lighter, more breezy stuff like Paradise for Two, this thing is a total anchor. It takes itself so incredibly seriously, as if your life depends on maintaining a specific gap between you and the guy in the station wagon. Maybe it does? I don't know.
Anyway, watch it if you want to see how corporate branding used to try and gaslight you into being a safer driver. Just don't expect a masterpiece. 🚗💨

Year
1936
IMDb Rating
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