Every so often the B-movie world jettisons into our midst little gems of absurdity. While viewing Alex Orr's Blood Car I couldn't help think of other little films that "could" such as Eating Raoul, Basket Case, Bad Taste and the like. In serving up equal parts social commentary and satirical farce, this slapstick horror film never takes its tongue too far out of cheek to overstate its flaws. Amateurish acting: check. Low production values: roger that. Spirited and good-naturedly offensive: yup. Shits and grins: you betcha!
Enter one, Archie Andrews, earnest kindergarten teacher by day and tree-hugging vegan by night. Archie holds dreams of solving the crisis by developing an engine fueled by wheatgrass, but up until now his efforts have been fruitless. However, after a night of binge drinking he accidentally cuts himself, inadvertently allowing the blood to mix with some of the wheatgrass. When this results in a successful ignition, Archie decides to take a carpet-cutter to his arm to get the wheels rolling, if you will. Consequently, he decides to ignore his personal ethics toward the betterment of humanity and modifies his vehicle with a blood delivery system installed discreetly into the trunk.
Awards go to both our enthusiastic female leads: sultry Katie Rowlett as Denise, who delivers lines like “put a taco in my mouth and a dick in my ass” with zeal; and wholesome Anna Chlumsky (of My Girl fame), who loses her innocence and eventually all feeling below the neck in this little tale of blood, fuel and fears. "It’s a story about society, it's a story about YOU!"