Redline isn't exactly a car wreck, mainly because it's far less exciting and you can, in fact, look away.

The makers of this self-indulgent autopalooza take a Ferrari engine, Porsche speed, Mercedes horsepower, and a Shelby Mustang chassis and somehow combine them into a Yugo.

Redline mostly feels like one long stunt intercut with the boring parts of a porn movie.

Everything you'd expect it to be, and yet so much less: less character development, less believability, and most unforgivably, less escapist entertainment.

Although the movie's artistic merits are virtually nonexistent, Sadek does understand his audience, most of whom are unlikely to be acquainted yet with two key aspects of the film: driver's licenses and women.

Do yourself a favor and stay home. Griffin's 21-second wrecking-the-Enzo video on YouTube is more exciting (and better directed, and better acted ...) than anything in Redline.

You could watch it with the sound off and the plot wouldn't make any less sense than it does with it on.

Redline continues the mind-boggling trend of films that choose to justify their existence by piling on layer after layer of meaningless excess.