Go Speed Racer GO!!!!!!!

Speed Racer is 99 flavors of crack cocaine and I loved every second of it. I can most definitely see why this movie bombed hard core. I can see why some people with HATE the nonsense out of it. But I LOVED it, and I can’t get enough of it. The music. The cheesy schmaltzy father son talks. The inspirational mom speeches. The Obligatory smooch at the end. The little brother and monkey sidekick. It’s all been done before, but before it was done out of laziness. Here, it’s done earnestly and lovingly, and it works. I bought it. Not everyone will. If you buy into it, you’ll feel like a kid again, like I did. I remember putting together that micro machines speedway all day long, and turning out the lights and watching the glow in the dark cars wiz and shoot past. My brain amplified that to a thousand, and even then, my brain couldn’t fathom the sights you will see in speed racer. The car chases are astounding. Are they realistic, hell no! Who cares!?!?! Who goes to speed racer for clinical car chases? The car chases in this movie are like the musical numbers in Disney cartoons, like the opening action scenes in the original bond films, they are a character all their own, and a wonder to behold. Remember that rush you got when Sloth screamed “Hey you guys!” or the lump in your throat you got when Simba’s dad died? These were schmaltzy scenes, and viewed as an adult, you wouldn’t by it, you wouldn’t like it, and you’d probably laugh it off like the cynical mess that you are. But as a kid, you ate it up. You couldn’t get enough of it. This film is for the young at hart. It’s for those of us that can still remember the sheer joy of exploring the uncharted pirate infested tunnels in your own back yard or cheering on your glow in the dark micro machine. If not, then this movie is not for you. This movie is for me.