Barrett Blade has escaped from prison, and has a short to-do list:
1. Recover his car from Mike Horner's junkyard.
2. Call his old gang to help him get the money that he was sent up for stealing.
3. Call a hooker and get laid, baby.
The hooker, natch, is Devon, and unlike the cutie pie she's been known to play, this one's a hard little cookie, with a question ("Are you a cop?") and a price list ("$200 for head, $400 for sex, for $600 you can pretty much do whatever you want with me: You can fuck my ass, you can come in my face, you don't even need to wear a condom.") Judging by the scene that follows, Blade paid the $600 and passed on the condom.
When Blade's old gang comes by to catch up with him, guns blazing, Devon protests when Blade hustles her out a window ("They don't want me, they want you") until they shoot at her too. She dives in the car and they peel out.
So we have a classic odd-couple-on-the-run movie, with the plucky couple running from the cops and the bad guys, pulling together, right? Nope. When they stop at a diner a few miles west of the middle of nowhere after daybreak, they get in an argument about her lack of foresight ("How long can you keep doing this? Five, six years?" "At least I haven't been in prison!") and she walks off. She carnally negotiates a ride out of town with mechanic Cheyne Collins, but when Collins wants to do it again instead of leaving right now, Blade walks in to rescue her with a gun in his hand. After she's safely with Blade, Collins makes an ill-advised remark to Blade, who responds with a bullet to Collins' heart, killing him. They take off again.
Blade explains his situation to Devon and then asks her to go with him to Mexico. While Blade pores over a map to find where he buried the money, the cops are investigating Collins' murder. They dig up the money - a million bucks - and celebrate, then head to a motel as the bad guys and the cops close in on them. The bad guys get there first, guns blazing, and just when the lovers escape the bad guys, the cops see them on the road and give chase. The lovers' car crashes, flips over, burns, explodes. It's all over - or is it?
Rush is a throwback to the best of the '70s Golden Age of Adult Films, when they made movies that had sex in them, not the other way around. Some of the sex scenes here come out of nowhere, like when Mike Horner, playing a greasy sleazebag, gets down with Alexa for no discernable reason, or Devon lies down to sunbathe by a pool and a g/g just happens nearby - but that's the way they did it back then, too.
Production value to burn makes this a good value for action-movie fans and the sex won't disappoint anybody shopping the plot-driven shelf. Pre-noms to Nic Andrews for direction and videography, Derik Andrews for Music, and the whole shootin' match for Best Video, and do we have a category for Best Credits?