Turn off your brain, suspend reality, and enjoy this mindless, cliché nugget. Just as Hallmark Channel is the ‘go to’ for women who want to escape and put their brains in low idle, Torque is a most suitable male equivalent. That said, you will be hard pressed to find any women who will endure the mindless predictable bravado, misunderstood and ‘on the lam’ Ford (played by Martin Henderson), the spandex bedight Shane (Monet Mazur, insert cat purr here), the tinker toy simple plot, and dialogue that can be best summarized by one exchange in the film between Ford and love interest Shane: Ford: “I live my life a quarter-mile at a time.” (Intentional Vin Diesel ripoff) Shane: “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” Fine. She won’t do Torque and you won’t have to endure “Down To You” (3% on Rotten Tomatoes,) a righteous tradeoff. Good guy Carey Ford, with noble intentions, crosses Ice Cube’s Englewood gang who are duped by Matt Schulz (Henry James in the film) into believing that Ford committed a murder that his gang committed. In the process he reconnects with the willowy ‘yowza’ Shane. Their thinly rizzy exchange: “Ford, what part of ‘I don't love you anymore. You're a bastard, and I never want to see you again’ didn't you understand?” Of course, she sets out with Ford and his two renegade motorcycle leathered amigos. Meanwhile everyone is trying to evade punk-ass hipster Fed Adam Scott who is up to his skinny jean chinos in corruption. Jamie Presley shows up as Henry James’ bae, butterfly-knife-on-cycle jousts Shane, licks her lips a lot and personifies the “other side of the tracks” girlfriend your mother would commit suicide over if you brought her home. This 1 hour 24 minute testosteronic, two wheel, lesser budget Fast and Furious is a worthy waste of time when you most need one. The fights are fun, the action not *entirely* believable (ahem), a few good explosions, and just good high octane escape. The side situations provide entertaining filler. Why will you like Torque? Because you like almost all the characters, both good guys and bad. They’re just fun. Where else will you see a motorcycle riding on top of (and inside) a moving train? Where can you see Ford riding an MTT Turbine Superbike powered by a Rolls-Royce Allison 250 turboshaft (helicopter) engine? Not only is the movie woke free, but it allows dialogue and behaviors to be just stereotypical enough to have some character development accuracy with a dollop of caricature presentation. Eye-rolling aside required to endure most of this movie, the closing scene may be one of the best. No spoiler here, but if you’ve ever been a motorcycle rider, this close will illicit a fist pump.