“Death Race” strives to be as tough as iron, but manages no more than reach its dull stillness and lifelessness. While some may call it a cultural outrage, others might find the vehicles, which apparently have burst out of a technological explosion, the pyrotechnics, the blown up skulls and the “thrilling” gargantuan female breasts really appealing.

You don’t need to understand, simply take it as a fact. “Death Race” was created to spark off young males’ imagination. Just picture this: annihilation challenges, NASCAR, projectiles, weapons, aggressive prison safeguards and kinky female presences weighed against masculine violent behavior and misogyny. Could any boy ask for more?

The Paul W. S. Anderson directed movie is based loosely on 1975’s cult action film “Death Race 2000,” but is not at all better than the first, but, in fact, a lot worse. The future is not the future anymore and any conversation that might actually offer the production a slight bit of wit is wiped out. Why bother with lines when we can have some action?

It seems that this was the motto of the film’s creators and this is what emerged (if you really want to know): 2012, a disastrous year for the U.S. economy, unemployment and crime rates, offers the lead to major corporations which have taken control over everything, by hook or by crook, including prisons. In addition to this, they gross huge revenues by organizing extremely aggressive pay-per-view races among inmates.

This is the case with Terminal Island, where the most dreadful prisoners take part in the madly popular Death Race face-off. The jail’s icy warden, Hennessey, is played by none other than Joan Allen. However, she is in deep trouble, as her star driver, Frankenstein, a mad guy whose face is covered with a metallic mask, unexpectedly crushed and died. Hennessey needs to swiftly replace her star and immediately thinks of Jensen Ames, impersonated by Jason Statham, an ex-racing champ.

The former NASCAR champion is unfairly framed for the brutal murder of his wife Suzy (Janaya Stephens) and sent to Terminal Island. After getting there, warden Hennessey talks the new prisoner into secretly replacing the late 4-time champ. He accepts because she promises him freedom in exchange of just one victory, and, in order to go home to his baby daughter, Jensen is forced to kill before getting killed.

The storyline is rather insignificant, as the races, explosions and slaughters leave no time for chitchats. Everything blows away, including your mind. That is, if you really intend to see the movie. “Death Race” is an overloaded trash heap catastrophe fueled by a forthright excitement for atrocious punishments and a sick desire of feverish vehicular pandemonium.

There’s no lavish talk in here, actually there’s no talk at all, just unyielding obscenities that require too little language effort. The “Death Race” buries the slightest expectations for a good action movie and may completely eradicate the viewers’ brain cells.