Supercross: The Movie

You could see the same thing for free -- with higher production values and snappier dialogue -- watching X Games coverage on ESPN.

Like the drive-in classics of Roger Corman and Samuel Z. Arkoff, this develops the principal characters and conflicts with just enough depth and keeps the narrative moving at a brisk pace.

Only the most devoted MX fetishists could like the film, because it doesn't offer a scrap of nourishment for the uninitiated.

Part advertisement for Clear Channel's Supercross broadcasts and part hellish miscalculation on the part of the producers.

Director Steve Boyum, a former motocross driver, hacks his racing footage to incomprehensible pieces and, from the looks of the meager, jumpy narrative, did the same to the script.

The writing is abysmal, the acting wouldn't pass muster in a high school play, and the direction by erstwhile stuntman Steve Boyum (Timecop: The Berlin Decision) is positively sleep-inducing between cycle jumps.

If you love Kawasakis, Hondas, and Yamahas, and don't mind tin-eared writing, get down to the multiplex.

That's right, it's time for yet another entry in that most-dreaded of genres: The XXXTREME Sports Movie.

It might hold some appeal if you're as teenager with a thing for dirt bikes.

It's a bizarre, contradictory mess, a lousy promotion for a sport still unknown to many Americans