Redline

Redline is former Enzo owner and producer of this film Daniel Sadek's poshy, rich-dick vanity flick. If The Fast and the Furious was the car-porn equivalent of Larry Flynt's upstart skin rag Hustler (vaguely amateur, barely legal, and very cherry), then Redline is redolent of Bob Guccione's too-glossy latter-day Penthouse, with an archaic bad boy's eye for both T&A and automotive emphasis on the exotic. (Yawn.) In a word, it's sleek and shiny and you can't have it. Wealthy men of leisure (Macfadyen, Matheson, and Griffin) bet $100 million of their money and their own cars – including the aforementioned Enzo, a Rolls-Royce Phantom, a Lamborghini Murcielago, and a deuce of Mercedes McLarens – on a race of their own devising. The pneumatic Bjorlin plays a sexy singer-grease monkey-road vixen, who steals the show, barely, from all the candy-colored, metal-flake rimjobs that glide and slide across the screen.