(spoilers) That was my favorite scene of this groovy 70's cheese fest, when Murphy's doing the stupid flashback to when the accident(He wet 'em!)first made him invisible. He's wearing bandages around his head, and there's no holes in the bandages for him to breathe through! Not that Murphy really needed any oxygen to his brain to make this lame movie. He and the really annoying cracker Jim Stafford had to be two of the stupidest people I've ever seen. How could this guy be a secret agent? he doesn't have the brain cells to be a counter worker at McDonald's. Then there's the (she's some gal) oh-so-perky Abbey, and Leonard Driscoll who never stops washing his glasses. Round this out with not one but TWO incomprehensible plots, having to listen to the grating Stafford actually sing several songs and howl like a deranged dog, and two of the lamest villians to ever be put on celluloid, and you have the glory and wonder that is Riding With Death. And remember, Death does not pony up for gas-so you're pretty much on your own when viewing this meatball.
Review of Riding with Death
