Stunt Rock
No plot. A stuntman and a prog band. Exists purely so Grant Page can work.
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No plot. A stuntman and a prog band. Exists purely so Grant Page can work.
Satanists chase a Winnebago across Texas. Better than that sounds.
Trucker versus the cartel. Earnest, blue-collar, better than expected.
Ninety minutes of driving and one of cinema's great abrupt endings.
Rear Window in a truck, with Stacy Keach and Jamie Lee Curtis.
Peter Weir's debut. A town that farms car crashes. Very strange.
Burt Reynolds, moonshine, and the blueprint for a decade of Southern comedy.
93 cars destroyed for real. The director broke his own ankles. Worth it.
Almost no dialogue, almost no plot, and completely hypnotic.
A white Challenger, amphetamines, and an existential crisis at speed.
Corman satire with actual teeth. Stallone before anyone knew.
The template the whole Italian post-nuke cycle copied for a decade.
Made for nothing on public roads. You can feel every dollar missing.