Rent Breakdown (1997)

No Place for the RAC - Breakdown review by TE

Improbable but enjoyable, 'Breakdown' is one of those American films that expresses the fear and suspicion that middle class urbanites feel about rural working class communities (sometimes with justification!).

The emphasis is on action, threat and car chases. The stunt men must have deserved every dollar of their wages. Any acting chops from the likes of the great J.T. Walsh and the ever-reliable Kurt Russell are buried under a a mound of burned rubber and desert dust.

But it's a competent thriller, and the final scene is like the 'Italian Job' on steroids.

SOCIAL-CLASS SNOBBERY FOR THE SNOBBISH - Breakdown review by Frank Talker™

The usual snobbish fear and hatred which the White middle-class possess for the poor. Here, modern-day pickup- and truck-drivers are all resentful rednecks, police officers honest and helpful & the middle-class hard-working and emotionally-vacant.

The married couple here are poorly-dramatised and Kathleen QUINLAN is shamefully wasted in a nothing part which centres largely on Kurt RUSSELL's husband role. This makes him appear to be in love with the idea of passionate married-love, itself, rather than with his actual, flesh-and-blood wife.

Without any clear definition of the true nature of sexual love, this movie flounders around in the same thematic wilderness as the desert-bound characters, trying to convince us that over-acting and an increasingly-improbable plot are valid substitutes: Sensationally-entertaining, certainly, but essentially vapid.

The worst aspect of this movie is the self-created class-war between members of the same race. This makes the characters little more than symbols of their respective and enforced roles in White society, with no in-depth characterisation to explain their mutual, divide-&-conquer plight: A class-based paranoid/schizophrenia which keeps them from working together against their real class-enemies, the materially-wealthy and the politically-powerful.

The overwhelming feeling here is that, like the Hollywood movie Deliverance (1972) or the European folk-tale Dick Whittington (1600s), the countryside is a forbidden zone as far as the rich and the affluent are concerned, inhabited only by - and for - poverty-stricken rural failures; while urban areas are populated by a better kind of person in the form of sophisticated city-folk.

In this movie, the near-car-accident plot-catalyst is the fault of both road users, yet they each lack the adult maturity to admit this to themselves - or to each other; inevitably leading to fatal consequences since they then choose to revert to their ingrained socially-stereotypical roles rather than just doing the most sensible thing and avoiding each other.

There is no-one to root-for here as there was, say, in the movie The Ruling Class (1972) because there is no proper dramatic exploration of the actual purpose of being class-conscious.