Movie review: The Getaway… Run While You Can

Dollars are hard to come by these days for pretty much everyone. Perhaps I can save a few of yours by preventing a disaster of epic proportions. Do not under any circumstances go see the new film, “The Getaway," in theaters now.

Car guys, I urge you to fight your instincts. Forget the tantalizing prospect of watching a Shelby GT500 Super Snake being driven full tilt for two hours. Forget the tempting storyline of a former NASCAR driver screaming like a madman through Bulgaria, leaving cops in the dust and saving his dear wife.

Save yourself instead. Run from this film.

A few weeks before watching “The Getaway" at our local cinema, my dearest and I were viewing – yet again – the third installment from one of our all-time favorite film series, “The Bourne Ultimatum." Great film. Great message. At the end of the car chase scene, she looked at me and said, “Could you have done that?" Sadly, yes.

Most of what passes for a Hollywood car chase is little more than 35 mile per hour gimmickry foisted upon Boobus Americanus via bald tires and rear-wheel-only brakes. In other words, to quote Jack Black in “School of Rock," it is lame.

Locking up the rear wheels to drift through a corner is the automotive equivalent of airport security. It is not good driving… it is bad theater. We did that on bicycles when we were ten. With no helmets.

Perhaps at some pitiful level I am competent to make this judgment. In addition to 20 years of driving racecars, I've done some precision driving film work for a Los Angeles production firm and drove for Speedvision's weekly motoring magazine, “Autoweek." We will now pause to recite a relevant story.

Most of the Autoweek driving was brainless until an outstanding producer named Phil Yunker needed a high speed pass on a curvy Indiana road in the four-door Buick that we were reviewing. Yunker, who appears otherwise sane on most perceptible levels, decided that the phlegmatic Buick would only look “fast" on camera if driven at Warp 9.

In truth, this Buick wouldn't have looked fast if it were painted in a Formula One colors, given wings and shot out of a cannon. Nevertheless, I dutifully made four passes through the same curve only to be told on the radio each time that I wasn't going fast enough. Yunker made the day even more interesting by setting his tripod at the apex of the corner, so when the four-door Buick careened off the road and achieved orbit, it would also obliterate any memory of the courageous producer.

I made my fifth and final camera pass at about 70 miles an hour and then informed Yunker that the Buick had reached its terminal velocity, therefore, I would drive it no more. Thus ended the shoot.

So from my own admittedly small and limited experiences, I have little patience for puny Hollywood car chases that serve tuna and call it lobster. Surely a 100 million dollar film budget should produce something vastly superior to me and Phil Yunker with a four-door Buick on a country road in rural Indiana.

But the vast majority of movie car chases no longer consist of a got-mad-skills driver actually propelling an automobile at mind-numbing velocity. In reality, they are usually a series of low-speed sequences edited cleverly with fast-paced music and swallowed whole by the same gullible audiences who believe the evening news.

In “The Bourne Ultimatum," the New York city government placed a laughable 35-40 mph speed limit on the film makers. Yup, everything you saw in that film was shot at speeds easily matched by a moped. Don't believe me? Try this.

The same was tragically true of “The Getaway." The Shelby Super Snake was beautiful to see, but most of the driving work was done at less than 40 miles per hour and the video was actually sped up during parts of the film's climax. Didn't they do that in “The Three Stooges?"

Lame, lame, lame.

Jon Voight and Ethan Hawke were acceptable in their roles, while Disney darling Selena Gomez was miscast and out of her depth as the computer-whiz, car-tuning, smart-alec teenage daughter of a rich banker. The audience never really cares about the main character's relationship with his wife, whom we don't know at all.

The car chases are so repetitive that even the most hardcore car guy will be left shaking his head at the end of the movie, thinking “Please, not another chase scene ending in an inexplicable explosion."

The Super Snake rear-ended at least half a dozen cars throughout the film yet never broke a headlight. In chase after chase, overweight BMW police cruisers and SUV's could accelerate right alongside the 850 horsepower Super Snake. Utterly ridiculous.

Honestly, it is not worth sitting through the rest of the movie to take in the Shelby Super Snake and the car chases. If you want to see a great car chase in a Hollywood film, pass up “The Getaway" and go rent “Ronin." Now that's some real driving.

Stephen Cox