Remember when you used to cable surf around the channels and came upon a late night thriller that wasn’t that good but decent enough to stop the surfing and just gaze upon until you feel drowsy enough to go to the bed? Freeway is definitely one of these thrillers.
A demented priest is cruising around Californian freeways, blasting away passengers in other cars. If you’re familiar with the Last Action Hero, this is that very same movie Los Angeles where you can shoot other people, explode their cars and hang around to gloat without no other passers by nor the police showing around to make things more complicated for the killer. This is not actually a complaint as I very much love this other movie world, but more of a notification to set the mood so that you know what you’re dealing with here.
Freeway is an atmospheric, highly implausible, somewhat entertaining, totally forgettable late 80s thriller whose only real sin is the way that it somehow manages to get very little mileage out of its antagonist, played by Billy Drago, one of the most iconic movie villains of the era.