When I’m feeling blue or under the weather, I have a guilty pleasure of turning to some truly generic anime with names like “The World’s Finest Assassin Gets Reincarnated in Another World as an Aristocrat” - a title that pretty much sums up the entire vibe. Honestly, I can barely remember anything about it, except for the final battle scene which was surprisingly epic.
Picture this: a final battle scene between the protag and the main villain is about to begin. Before everything, our hero casually does a thing - he projects a metal surfboard into the air, because why not? The two engage in a frenzied fight blah blah blah… but just as things are looking dire for our main man, everything goes white. We’re blinded by a flash of nothingness, and for a moment, it feels like the world has come to an end.
But it’s not the end - it’s one of the most epic moves I’ve ever seen. That metal surfboard, the size of a small car, was launched into orbit. And like a well-aimed ICBM, it came hurtling back down to Earth, crashing into the battlefield like an orbital cannon. The result? Total and utter destruction, as if a fucking nuke had just gone off.
It’s moments like these that make you wonder what kind of crazy energy drink the writers were drinking. But hey, who cares when it’s this entertaining? The show may have been a forgettable trashy isekai, but that finale was pure gold.
Imagine that scene, but instead of a fleeting moment, it lasts for an entire movie. That’s what you get with Redline. This movie is pure adrenaline-fueled insanity, spread out over two hours of non-stop action.
You’ve got everything you could possibly want: cars with jet engines attached to them, orbital destruction lasers, and even unlimited energy nitrous. Yeah, you read that right - freaking infinite energy. And don’t even get me started on the animation. It’s like the artists just said “screw it” and went all out.
When the opening credits rolled and my eyes caught sight of that nitrous can, I erupted into a fit of childish giggles. In a world where even Hollywood blockbusters have ditched the good old blue liquid in favour of sci-fi technobabble, it was a refreshing sight to behold.
I haven’t been this pumped for nitrous since the days when the Fast and Furious franchise was still worth watching - which let’s be honest, feels like a lifetime ago. But here we are, ready to indulge in some good old-fashioned N2O action. Who needs flying cars or time-travelling DeLoreans when you can have a can of nitrous? It’s like the cinematic equivalent of mac and cheese - it may not be the fanciest thing out there, but damn, it hits the spot.
You know, Redline is what Death Race should have been.