The Death Wheelers

The Death Wheelers

A gang of young people call themselves the Living Dead. They terrorize the population from their small town. After an agreement with the devil, if they kill themselves firmly believing in ...

A gang of young people call themselves the Living Dead. They terrorize the population from their small town. After an agreement with the devil, if they kill themselves firmly believing in it, they will survive and gain eternal life. . You can read more in Google, Youtube, Wiki


The Death Wheelers torrent reviews

Elcer M (kr) wrote: tila, o huno, faria um filme melhor que este, enquanto estripava seus inimigos no sculo quinto d.c. Como a maioria dos filmes franceses, este tambm de uma irrelevncia total. FRANCO Amadorismo.

Louise D (jp) wrote: Certainly thoughtful and professional; the debut of an artist not a film student. The character scenes are well delivered. But the visual montages and soundtrack were repetitive and unoriginal, and the storytelling disjointed or absent.

Graydon T (br) wrote: This documentary starts off with a strange character picking his banjo while wearing a gas mask.......This is what happens when the "National Enquirer" mindset switches over to HD video documentary mode. A good mode for the illiteratus stultus!This documentary was entertaining but I sensed it was too heavily biased against the so-called big, bad Oil and Gas companies! I also found it contained obvious exaggerated claims and just a bit too much misinformation to be taken seriously. So I compared it with another documentary entitled FrackNation...... Between these two extremes I believe I was able to find a comfortable and solid foundation from which to identify the truth and take appropriate action.An educated environmentalist will steer away from this snake pit so as to avoid becoming another "Goron"...... i.e., Al Gore groupie!So for the joker picking the Banjo let me just say.... "If you don't stop picking at it, it may never heal".......

Tina M (nl) wrote: more than a love story

Lilian L (kr) wrote: Watch this movie because it's based on Lawrence Block's novel, and it does look like a novel. Guess the movie will not so good if there's no Liam Neeson. I like Lawrence Block. I've read some novels of his, but no this one. This makes me wants to get a copy to read sometime.

(it) wrote: Some of you may or may not know, I have a soft spot for stop motion animation. And this is no exception. Coming from the genius who brought you The Nightmare Before Christmas and Coraline, Henry Selick adapts the Roald Dahl novel with visual splendor and merry delight, capturing both the soft and dark aspects. This film, without a doubt, is one of animations finest in terms of its sheer legacy and importance. The story is wonderful and the voice actors are as irreverent as expected. However, whilst this film does achieve these truly high standards, there are some sort-of issues, I guess. Firstly, this is not the director's best work, and nor is it his second best, though at least it isnt Monkeybone. Secondly, this is not the best, not even the greatest stop motion film adapted from a Roald Dahl book (hello Fantastic Mr Fox). Whilst so much works in this film, and I truly love it to death, somehow it just doesnt measure up to the very very greatest of animations, noticeably the Nightmare Before Christmas as an example

David T (fr) wrote: james woods is fucking awesome

Adam R (kr) wrote: (First and only viewing - January 2010)

Joshua O (it) wrote: Loneliness can kill you deader than a .357 Magnum.

Scott R (fr) wrote: Pretty bad, but an extra half star for the cast. Karloff was a hoot.

Blake P (nl) wrote: Much as I'd like to be skeptical of a crime-ridden town's decision to bring in Jimmy Stewart's good cop Destry in hopes for someone to bring back old-fashioned safety to the land, I can't, even though I find it implausible for a skinny fellow of Stewart's American as apple pie sort to be the sturdy law enforcer everyone's looking for as their savior. Say it's the way that Destry has the aim of a mountain lion pouncing on his prey, or the way he maintains his good boy faade all the while perpetuating that he's tough enough to leave his gun at home. Stewart's casting, unthinkable as it is pre-viewing, is, interestingly, immaculate; unorthodox tough guys, it seems, are sometimes more compelling than your John Waynes and your Humphrey Bogarts. For "Destry Rides Again," a comedy western released during Hollywood's greatest year, 1939, Stewart is perfect; and, oddly, so is Marlene Dietrich, the premier femme fatale of that decade who is both the film's quasi-villainess and Stewart's would-be love interest. It all sounds like a misfire in the making on paper, akin to one of those failed pictures in which a studio throws star power and a popular genre together hoping for something good. And yet, the film defies any notions that it might, in fact, be a disaster. "Destry Rides Again" is a delight, plain and simply. It's a crowdpleaser so playful and so deliciously rollicking that it manages to spitefully incur the wrath of the tired claim that, no, studios really don't make them like this anymore (though I could just be bent out of shape over the fact that the Western is basically dead now, and that there will never be anyone quite like Marlene Dietrich). The film concerns the shaping up of Bottleneck, a hapless Western town doomed by its political corruption and unending acts of violence. The mayor (Samuel S. Hinds) is a selfish crook uncaring of the population's fate; rather than undergo any sort of dirty work himself, the city is mostly run by sleazy saloon owner Kent (Brian Donlevy) and his torch singer girlfriend, Frenchy (Dietrich). As the film opens, we find that Kent has just had the town's sheriff offed for vaguely questioning the saloon's bad habit of hosting rigged poker games. This leads to the appointment of the everlastingly drunken Washington Dimsdale (Charles Winninger) as his successor, which is, seemingly, a smart move on Kent's part. But because karma always comes back roaring for revenge, it is quickly discovered that Dimsdale has ties to Tom Destry, a famed but deceased lawman renowned for his unconventional methods of peacekeeping. His son (Stewart), who bears his father's name proudly, has all but taken Destry Sr.'s rep as an authority figure not to be messed with. Wanting to see an end to Bottleneck's apparently eternal carnage, Dimsdale calls the man into the city hoping for a solution - and, troubling to the power hungry Kent, Destry is smarmy enough to enforce one. Always with a twinkle in his eye and a readied one-liner in his mouth to prove his uncrossable confidence, Stewart's Destry is an unfadingly winning Western hero that both solidifies "Destry Rides Again" as a genre picture to be taken seriously and a genre picture to be loved for the friskiness in its heart. Stewart is its straight man and perhaps its most uninteresting character, but only because Dietrich, who gets two awesome song- and-dance numbers in and exploits her own erotically charged persona in the process (memorably through a brutal catfight between her and Una Merkel), and because Donlevy, remarkably detestable and the face of much of the film's cheery chaos, are larger than life. You'll remember its images and its dopamine enforced aftereffects more than you'll remember its intricacies, but "Destry Rides Again" was never meant to be anything other than a grand old time, which it is. A little over ninety minutes, it's concrete escapism so inspired in its bold pre-productional decisions that its eccentricity immortalizes it.

Alexander C (mx) wrote: Worth finding and watching!

Joshua L (ca) wrote: This film is jokes and da fight scenes are fuckin awesome.