Supercross

My shock absorbers are bigger than yours. This macho, egomaniacal mentality sums up director Steve Boyum’s motorbike bore fest that unsuccessfully combines grainy and blurred stock footage with lame teen-movie-of-the-week melodrama. Two pool cleaning brothers hang up their chlorine tablets and skimmers to go head-to-head in the ultimate motorbike race. But baby brother has a predictable career ending crash and puts the sibling rivalry aside to engage in some cheesy brotherly love by supporting his older brother as he careens from one out-of-focus dirt mound to another on his flashy crotch rocket. Tension doesn’t build, and wonders do cease during this wannabe thrill ride as unapologetic product placement, bad acting and obnoxiously simplistic screenwriting rule the day.