A college kid returns to his FastCar hometown to find that his chums have turned to the supernatural to make their wheels go faster. This movie could be seen as a parody of testosterone-fueled jokes like "The Fast and the Furious," but it is played so damn straight-forward that it is impossible to take that way. DeCoteau's genre gender play is amusing and appreciated--for the first 20 minutes, all the male characters are topless, just chillin' at the garage with their buddies, and the two female characters are fully clothed. However, his fascination with buffed 'n waxed torsos is more than a little boring. I don't understand why he just doesn't go all out and make his films gay with lots of nudity instead of making these straight-forward movies where straight male characters in their scanties rub blood all over each other. Make a real homo-horror, dammit! Nobody wants to watch this crap.