Review of Wild at the Wheel

. . . ends with the main character burning to death in the title car. (Not wishing to "pile on" by beating a dead horse, let's just say that the name of this death-trap brand rhymes with "bored" and "floored" and "snored.") Not so coincidentally, the fatal auto featured during this cautionary WILD AT THE WHEEL traffic wreck eulogy is the exact same make and model turning Christian Bale into a crispy critter during this year's Oscar contender: a Mustang. Both Bale's character and this short's Dead Man Driving--"Tom Robinson"--are WILD AT THE WHEEL because they've chosen a ride which is notorious for life-ending rollover conflagrations. CONSUMER REPORTS once ran an article noting that more movie characters have met their doom in this pony car than within any other cinematic conveyance. (This has now become such a horror flick cliché that some rude audience member is sure to shout "And another bites the dust!!" as soon as a foolhardy soul nonchalantly seats themselves at the wheel of a Mustang.) Therefore, WILD AT THE WHEEL could well be subtitled "R.I.P., Edsel."