66. Driven (2001)

Driven is a notoriously (and criminally) maligned, high-octane car wreck of a movie you have to see to believe. Tracking the CART open-wheel circuit, Renny Harlan’s adaptation of Sly Stallone's bloated script delivers ADHD-addled thrills from start to finish. This thing peels out at 200+ mph and refuses to let you breath or think — only pulling over to recharge at a few well-timed soapy, melodramatic pit stops. If you're down for a flashy, jam-packed spectacle of gonzo, over-the-top filmmaking with little emotional or narrative credibility, hop right in! This is the celluloid equivalent of an amphetamine-infused deep-fried Twinkie — reimagined on screen. Sure, it's aesthetically grotesque and undeniably unhealthy. But it's also seeping in salaciously delicious goodies. Join your fellow Underdogs and our special guest, Michael of the Screen Nerds Podcast, as we celebrate Driven’s absurdly kinetic editing style, Gina Gershon’s sassy denim-donning revision of the femme fatales, Stallone’s pouty-eyed moues, the soundtrack’s smooth jazz flourishes, and Harlan’s over-embellished dissolves.