Can you imagine a bunch of evil cars tearing through the Louvre, destroying all that priceless art and chowing down on every frog asshole they can catch? Well, you'll have to keep imagining it because nothing like that happens in this flick and it's a complete fucking ripoff. Instead, it's about these Australian chuckleheads who cause car accidents and then steal all the dead people's stuff. If you ask me their idiot plan is pretty inefficient: the cars usually get destroyed, so it seems like a lot of risk just to scrounge some 8-tracks and the occasional ashtray full of loose change. And when this one guy survives a crash why don't they just kill him immediately instead of going through this ludicrously complicated song & dance to keep him from leaving town? There are a couple of bloody parts, but there aren't any hot chicks and frankly the whole thing is completely boring so between that and the total dicktease of a name here's something this bullshit movie can eat: my fucking cock.