the leading man is my tpye

Lack of good storyline.

A very feeble attempt at affirmatie action

A Brilliant Conflict

Too much screaming and panic, too obvious plot twists, pointless places where a school bus with (haha) racing engine can chase Charger - the movie could deserve 6/10 without all that.

"Wheels Of Terror" is a rather improbable tale focusing on one of the major themes of the modern action film: the chase. A beat up, blacked out but seemingly indestructible automobile is being driven around a rural American town by a psychopathic child molester who is snatching young girls off the street, sexually abusing them, and then letting them go. Until the next missing girl is found in the river, which makes it a whole new ball game.The protagonist of our invisible fiend is a lady school bus driver, a single mother who has relocated to the countryside to raise her daughter away from the pernicious influences of the big city, but who is surely questioning the wisdom of that move now the bad guy has kidnapped guess who?So what does the film have to offer? Apart from the slow motion chases there are one or two fairly spectacular scenes, but the showdown is too silly for words. There is no side plot, indeed no plot worthy of the name, no resolution, no anything.

A beat-up Dodge Charger runs over people, and abducts young girls in a small desert community. Later, it is revealed the driver molests the girls. Why was that part added to the plot? Let's face it, a movie like this, made such a long time after its obvious source (Duel) is only going for any unintended laughs it can get, and it's impossible to find any humour and in a flick about a child molester. If you can get past that, the entire second half of this is an extended (if outdated) car chase, which has moments of competency and a bit of excitement, but is often times played out in super slow motion, as the Charger does battle with a minibus, with the lead girl's daughter hanging in the balance. This is all capped with a wholly predictable double twist ending, in which the villain's identity and his motives are burned to a crisp in the requisite fiery explosion. The second half is the only reason I rated it as highly as I did.

O. My. God. Is. This. Movie. Horrible.That about illustrates what about 90% of this bit of telecinematic roadkill plays like. Slow-motion camera, used normally, acts as a kind of exclamation point to an action scene. Here it's used so much that it becomes and ectoplasmic sludge of periods and ellipses. Here are some of the things this technique manages not to render in stark dramatic relief: 1) Lots of things exploding.2) Joanna Cassidy screaming.3) Joanna Cassidy's daughter screaming. ("Mommyyyy!!")4) Joanna Cassidy's school bus careening around the desert.5) An "evil-looking" *snicker* black Dodge Charger careening around the desert after Joanna Cassidy's school bus.6) More things exploding.7) Everything in between the above items.Needless to say, not a whole lot going on here. Probably a good 20 minutes of action footage in real time, along with a requisite but lame set-up story. What our brilliant director has done is take an action sequence and stretch it out enough to fill two hours of precious USA Network airtime. Not pad it out...STRETCH it out--literally, like a piece of Silly Putty, till you can see right through it. I guess the framing storyline qualifies as padding, on second thought, since it does fill out the allotted time, adds some exposition, and is absolutely inconsequential enough that it doesn't stick in my memory.The only thing about the acting that I do distinctly remember is Joanna Cassidy screaming in realtime on the soundtrack while screaming in slow motion on the screen; I remember the scream sounding ridiculous, as if the dubbing director was giving her a wedgie. Or maybe it was a tooth being pulled. I doubt she was nominated for any Emmys for her heroic effort to get through this movie with a straight face.The only things (besides the slo-mo and the endless explosions) I remember about the production are the awesomely retarded customization job on the Charger (huh huh, the grille looks like mad eyes, huh huh, diabolical, dewd) and the shot of the cop getting creamed by same at the beginning of the movie (actually kind of a neat effect--his boot goes flying off his foot).I don't want to give away the nail-biting denouement, but I will give you a hint: something explodes. And something doesn't start. Until. The. Last. Possible. Second. The. End. Burp.