This starts by telling us how dangerous it is to drive anywhere. Better to stay home with all the doors locked and watch stupid movies like this one. The story's about two MILFs who have an accident due to road rage, but before this happens we have to spend the first 95% of the movie watching them get through their tiresomely dramatic workdays. Crisis after crisis at the office, out-of-control kids, unwanted pregnancies, financial troubles, custody battles, medical emergencies, getting fired... It's like several weeks of Ryan's Hope all packed into ten hours. Seriously, I didn't have this much drama in the entire 1990s, and I did stateside wet work for a foreign government and was addicted to heroin. Plus they're constantly yakking on their cell phones on the freeway, driving like complete jackasses, flirting their way out of being towed... You know what? I got no pity for either of these bitches. Fortunately, my prayers that "last exit" referred to at least one of them dying by the end were answered. It's a shame they both didn't chomp it, but getting one of them permanently off the road is something a least. Honestly, this whole movie is exactly why women weren't allowed to drive until the 1970s.