The movie revolves around the race car driver who drives the custom Shelby Super Snake Mustang. It appears to be a truly fictional adventure as he decides to take her and her owner in a mysterious evil order in a race against time to save the lives of the kidnappers already.
When chipmunk-faced Gomez curses, sailor-like, waves a big gun, brags on her genius-level hacker skills-you wanna say, 'Put down that fake gun and go sing a nice pop ditty.'
The only participant to emerge with its reputation intact--though not its paint job--is the Shelby Mustang muscle car, which also delivers the film's most nuanced and psychologically complex performance.
Getaway has some of the crass trappings of a charmingly crass, go-for-broke action pic like the delightful Crank. But it's too dumb - and far too cynical about what audiences want - to even know how to have fun with them.
It's all you can do not to laugh. Oh, go ahead. But be forewarned that there are many miles to go before we get to the end and it will feel like an eternity before any of it makes sense.
