The guy gets some help here and there and runs into various obstacles along his way and he gets to see the many sights and sounds that hell has to offer.
My personal favorite was the road of good intentions. This movie goes at a good clip too, and it rarely slows down and there are a few twists along the way as well. The movie for me works on almost every level and if you ever have a chance to watch this little gem do so. Is it all worth the money?
It doesn't take too long before the action takes place. You got your typical warning about the dangers on the road. Of course Charlie Chad Lowe and Rachel Kristy Swanson ignore the warning but 10 minutes into the movie Rachel is taken away by a cop with a strange face. The only thing Charlie can do is to save Rachel. Of he goes to the highway to hell.
The effects used are part CGI and real effects and it's the combination of both that makes it all watchable. The CGI is only used for effects that can't be done by real effects. There's also a bit of laughable situations in it that also gives it a better view. It's really the score used that remembers you that it is made early nineties.
But after an hour you have seen the best. It drops a bit in action and you got the feeling that you have seen it all before. The fake Adolf Hitler was annoying and not funny.
Still, the effects really makes the movie but it's a bit outdated here and there and does remind me somehow to Mad Max even as it has nothing to do with it.
Not really a horror more a fantasy mixed with science fiction. Worth seeing if you are into a rare story. So, they head out in Charlie's Ford Pinto!! Not heeding the warnings of the attendant Richard Farnsworth at "Sam's Last Chance" gas station, they continue on. Now, Charlie must find Rachel, who has been taken by the Hell Cop! He's sort of The Terminator of the Underworld. Just wait until you see his "hand" cuffs! Our two love birds encounter several weird people and places, like Pluto's, the living dead doughnut shop full of zombie cops!
It also features the Stiller clan! Annnd, so much more! As crackpot cinema goes, this movie gets it right! It even has a certain odd poignancy. Besides, who couldn't like a movie with bikers, a brain-scooping ice cream man, and a cameo by Lita Ford? Watch out for this one!
It starts out as a slight horror comedy, gets increasingly more bizarre as it goes along, and finally adds up to something almost visionary. Certainly one of the most original and offbeat horror films to come out in a long time, this one almost demands a second viewing just to appreciate the imaginative production design, and a third just to catch all the throwaway gags a sign reads "Road To Nowhere" and, in smaller letters, "Don't Buckle Up. It Won't Help". Good cast, too, with Patric Bergin being perfectly enigmatic in the first half, perfectly imposing in the second.
How refreshing to finally find a film that breaks away from the traditional formulas and dares to do something new and different! Charlie and Rachael are on their way to Las Vegas to elope, but when they take a back-road. They are pulled over by a demonic cop who abducts Rachael and takes her back to hell. Charlie goes back to the gas station to the old guy who warned them of what could happen. He tells Charlie that Hell cop has taken her to hell city to be married off to Satan. The only way to get her back is to venture along hell's highway and to rescue within 24 hours or both of them will be stuck there.
Who likes weird? This fantasy-horror b-feature proves even with such a miniature budget that creativeness doesn't cost a dime. If you sport a gleefully, juicy script and a willingness to go-out there with an impulsively odd recipe which this film definitely does , it can go a long way in the finish product.
What keeps this film really buoyant has to be its sly sense of humour, which is so resourceful in its inspired strokes and interesting diversions that feature heavily in the foreground. Campy dialogues beaming with delicious in-jokes and an odd batch of characters loved the scene with Hitler in it add to the rollicking madness.
Watch out as the blistering pace clocks over the speed limit with such ease and driving this is a seeping, novel music score and spanking soundtrack. Ate De Jong's direction is crackling with verve and unsparing thrills. While the cheap foundation shows up prominently, he manages to work around it superbly. Robin Vidgeon's stylishly soothing camera-work is another colourful contribution that has no has boundaries.
A fine cast really do kick in here. Chad Lowe smoothly fits in as the gawky, but jittery, strong-willed heroine Charlie. The exquisite Kristy Swanson is very likable with a certain edge about her character Rachael. Patrick Bergin reeks of charisma and is very convincing in his deceitful role. Graham is very imposing as the hell cop figure. This spaced-out pearler is grand fun and features one hell of a romp.
This afterlife hell, low-budget horror-comedy-teen-adventure has its share of discontinuity gaps Kristy Swanson's character attempting to choke the bad cop and then not and logical, script flaws not looking back shots yet for all of that there is a dumb flow of a storyline, true love, temptation, and Patrick Bergin's performance, and Pamela Gidley's role that make this movie entertaining and mildly haunting.
This movie has a lot going for it. The visuals are terrific. The desert locations are used to great advantage. The acting is totally acceptable.
The story moves along at a rapid pace, and the imaginative script constantly surprises. The sum of all these positive parts, is a very enjoyable film. It is a shame that "Highway to Hell" hasn't been seen by more people, because it surely would benefit from word of mouth touting.
Nothing else matters except that this chase through hell leads down a very entertaining highway. Numerous cameos add to the fun, and the movie easily overcomes it's modest budget.
Seek this one out, you will not be disappointed. I remember seeing this on a rented VHS during the early 90s. Revisited it recently on a dvd. This film deserves more attention. The movie does really well at presenting hell for an obviously low budget. The creatures are fabulous, especially the she-demon n her line, " i am a lover not a fighter Cheesy and trashy drive in flick, has a lot of originality and a likable performance from hero, Chad Lowe.
Some of the sets and shots are memorable beautiful, that highway shot of all those v dubs was arresting. I have to take off my hat to the cinematographer and all the work that went into this, but beneath it all, is trash, honestly, and Kristy Swanson had me remembering how hot she was. There are some great car chases and suspense, among some wild effects. That merciless cop stole the movie, while I loved Ben Stiller's performance as a cook, bringing a lot of humor to the pic which in addition, helped.
Also Gilbert Gottfried was classic as a Nazi sort, adding to the humor, who I really liked in this. The movie is really bad, but it's cheesy and exciting, the interior scenes, cheaply shot effectively adding to it's B appeal. On the lam from their Parents, Lowe and Swanson who are on their way to get married, make the dire mistake of taking a back road, from which they may not return, as this is the way to Hell, which in hindsight, doesn't really look that bad. Swanson's taken to hell by your not so normal cop, where boyfriend Lowe must get her back, proving quite a mission.
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Everybody is listening. Over the years, loyal Stern fans, like members of a family, became tied together by, among other things, a constantly accumulating, and ultimately encyclopedic, collection of inside jokes. In and , Quivers did the show by ISDN hookup from her apartment, never missing an appearance and sounding as cheerful as ever.
When she finally announced on the air that, after a hour operation and 15 months of painful radiation and chemotherapy, she had, against all odds, just finished beating Stage 3 cancer, the toughest of Stern listeners were in tears, awed by her quiet strength, by her refusal, during all those months, to indulge in so much as a moment of on-air self-pity—and, not least, by her dedication to the show, which, she said, was the one thing that had kept her going.
I have mentioned the film Private Parts. And they socialize with many of the same celebrities at whom he once scoffed and who viewed him as a vulgar D-lister. First Lange quit in owing to a heroin addiction that he has only recently managed to kick , leaving behind a void in energy and edginess.
There were additional enigmas. Stern, who had once disparaged the awkward, embarrassing dance moves with which Ellen DeGeneres opened each episode of her daytime talk show, now claimed to find them enjoyable. For years, Stern had battled with his bosses, and the FCC, over censorship; now he himself was sanitizing the vintage Stern shows that filled up most of the airtime on his second Sirius channel, Howard Howard replayed his morning show throughout the day.
Increasingly, he focused on interviewing aging rock stars. Then came the election. But in , Stern supported Hillary. His explanations made no sense; he sounded like just another Manhattan liberal. In one big way, to be sure, he was the same as ever: he was still fervently pro-Israel and capable of reading the riot act to BDS advocates like former Pink Floyd front man Roger Waters.
Eventually, bored by what his show had turned into, I became one of them. A whole sub-sub-genre of online entertainment has come into being: the interview with, or conversation between, former denizens of Stern World discussing the question, What happened to Howard?
Some blamed Ostrosky, saying that her desire to hobnob with A-list stars motivated Stern to clean up his act. But all three have apparently gone to college and held various jobs, and one can imagine them, over the years, having teachers, classmates, employers, colleagues, friends, and beaux who, in one way or another, communicated to them the idea that they should be ashamed of their father.
Perhaps they were ashamed, and perhaps he knew—and wanted to do something about it before it was too late. Now Stern has a new book out, his third. The first two were jokey, wacky memoirs interspersed with mini-essays about his staff members, favorite show guests, and celebrities he hated.
Plus cartoons. He once squeezed laughs out of his narcissism; his narcissism now takes the form of tiresome bragging about having purportedly surmounted it. In any event, this latest round of interviews made for a sad spectacle.
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