Blood Ride lasts 69 minutes, excluding the closing credits, and this is one of the longest hours I've ever had. The whole plot is ridiculous, acting is far beyong horrible (the next Razzie Award for worst supporting actress must be presented to Pollyanna McIntosh, once a promising Scottish actress from The Woman and Let Us Prey that now got desperately stuck in a girl-power pit hole that led her to direct an embarrassing Darlin'), and every single aspect, starting with amateur cinematography and finishing with unforgivably cringeworthy dialogues, falls apart on the screen just to praise the pointless gender war directed by Melanie Aitkenhead.
A freshman girl gets drugged and raped by a trio of one-dimensional hunky football players. Should she call the authorities? Should she visit a doctor that will easily find a violence marks and an elements in her blood? Hell no! This is the world where no man will ever defend her! She has to speak to her wretched older cousin that will cast a fire on the rapists along with her biker friends and will leave them with severe wounds. Should they call the authorities? Should they visit a doctor that will easily find a nasty large burn marks on their skin? Hell no! They have to take revenge for taking revenge on them. Someone gets killed. Authorities? Doctors? Family, at least? You know the answer.
This is what the film is about. This is effortless, lazy, predictable, unintriguing and simply painful to watch. This shouldn't be created in the first place. Yet, we have it. Avoid at all costs.
