In the opening scene of Blood Drive Grace (Christina Ochoa) stabs a would be rapist in the groin and then feeds him head first into the meat grinder in her cars engine, an engine that runs on blood.
Welcome to the mad, lurid and sleazy world of Blood Drive created by James Roland.
Arthur (Alan Ritchson) is the one good cop left working for Contracrime a privatised police force that brutalises citizens without hesitation in a dystopian 1999. This is a brutal America where gas prices are extortionate, water is strictly rationed and life is cheap. Following a hunch results in Arthur stumbling on a crazy world of deadly races overseen by the vaudevillian host Julian Slink (Colin Cunningham). Arthur soon finds himself paired up with experienced driver Grace against his will.
Meanwhile Arthur’s partner Chris (Thomas Dominique) finds himself in a whole other kind of trouble after joining fellow officer Aki (Marama Corlett) the pair stumble upon some disturbing truths about the owners of his employer Heart Industries.
Blood Drive introduces numerous characters, including the drivers of several vehicles in the race, with the exception of The Gentleman (Andrew Hall) and The Scholar (Darren Kent) most are just in the background of the ensuing madness. Grace is the archetypal bad ass hot girl anti-hero, her motivations for being in the race might be coming from a good place (earning money to help her sick sister) but she has absolutely no qualms with killing anyone that gets in her way. Anyone could end up being fuel for her car. Whilst Arthur is the rugged square jawed good guy in a world gone bad and his sense of morality is distinctly at odds with the situation he finds himself in.
Ochoa and Ritchson are clearly having fun and the pair make for a good odd couple. Meanwhile Cunningham embraces his role with impressive gusto. Dominique meanwhile seems somewhat removed from the craziness the other characters find themselves in, how, or if, the characters will be reunited remains to be seen.
Coming across like the bastard son of Roger Corman’s Death Race 2000 the refreshing thing about Blood Drive is the way it commits itself wholeheartedly to its concept and aesthetic. With an ever expanding number of TV shows eager to get your attention it’s pretty rare to find something that doesn’t even try and go for some sort of mass appeal in anyway. This is lurid, crass, sleazy, bloody, exploitative TV which you will either love or hate.
There are a lot of ideas here, that’s besides the idea of cars engineered to run on blood. The whole thing comes across a little like a brain storming session between 70’s drive-in fans in a dive bar. The trailer promises “Cannibals. Monsters. Cults. Lawmen. Nymphos. Amazons”. Blood Drive embraces the comedic potential of splatter like Peter Jackson’s Brain Dead aka Dead Alive or Ash Vs Evil Dead. The race itself is just the narrative frame work for everything else. Although it should pretty obvious Blood Drive is in no way a ‘serious’ dystopian TV series like The Handmaid’s Tale and any criticism for failing to ‘address things’ is spectacularly missing the point.