Death Race is aimed at the Fast and the Furious crowd, those who find joy in watching fast cars and strong violence. But unlike that franchise this is less interested in expensive, slick looking cars that look like they cost tens of thousands and more interested in the strong violence and, at times, gore. These cars are like tanks — armoured and ugly with machine guns mounted on every available space and angry, macho men behind the wheel. I can understand this not being everyone's cup of tea, particularly those who desire a bit of food for thought, but I am one such viewer who can go back and forth between meaningful filmmaking and senseless entertainment with little hesitation.
Amongst all of these macho men is the very reputable Joan Allen, who gives the film that little boost in the respect department that it would otherwise not have had. Death Race is the furthest thing from a meaningful experience but it’s one which engaged and enthralled me with its action sequences. And for what it claims to be I can’t say it didn’t fulfill its promise.
“Now that’s entertainment.” 
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