If the audience at the screening I attended is any indicator, there’s definitely a place for this film. Like its predecessor, the 1975 Death Race 2000, Death Race is not art. It doesn’t have a deep plot, and it’s not going to win any awards for acting talent; but it doesn’t promise any of that either. It promises cars with machine guns mounted on top, massive explosions, and the squishy wet consequences of speeding metal and human organs. But fans of the first film looking for the satirical Second Coming of David Carradine are going to be disappointed. For the rest of us? If you’re thinking about seeing this film, then you’re probably not too interested in the storyline or its classic roots anyways. Grab yourself a group of rowdy friends and an extra-large popcorn and let your brain take a load off.