Death Race: Beyond Anarchy (2018)

Death Race: Beyond Anarchy is the kind of lean, mean B-movie engine that doesn’t pretend it’s anything but gasoline, grit, and bad intentions—and that honesty is exactly its charm. Set inside a sprawling, privatized mega-prison where power is measured in blood and horsepower, it delivers a nasty, high-octane vibe with crunchy vehicular mayhem, bone-snapping brawls, and a pulpy sci-fi edge that feels like midnight-movie exploitation served hot. Zach McGowan brings a tough, driven intensity to the undercover premise, while Danny Trejo and Danny Glover add welcome character flavor amid the chaos, grounding the madness with familiar faces who know how to sell a line and a threat. This isn’t for the squeamish or anyone allergic to sleaze, gore, and relentless brutality—but if you want unapologetic action-thriller trash done with conviction, it hits the pedal and rarely lets up.

Death Race: Beyond Anarchy is trying to deliver a mean, grimy slice of dystopian exploitation: undercover ops, prison politics, and vehicular carnage turned up to maximum volume. It does have a pulpy drive and a few fun genre faces (Trejo and Glover know exactly what movie they’re in), but the film leans so hard into sadistic violence, leering nudity, and a generally nasty tone that it can feel more punishing than thrilling. If you’re here for slick action set pieces, likable characters, or anything resembling restraint, this will likely be a miserable sit. If you’re a hard-core Death Race completist who wants brutal, lowbrow mayhem with zero apologies, it delivers exactly that—for better and mostly worse.