I like the storyline of this show,it attract me so much

Plot so thin, it passes unnoticed.

Clever, believable, and super fun to watch. It totally has replay value.

It is not only a funny movie, but it allows a great amount of joy for anyone who watches it.

This movie is very underrated and is quite frankly, one of the most interesting Sci-fi films out there. It brings something new and original to the table and doesn't have all the clichés that other films that take place in the future have. It has cars, guns, explosions, and Darren Mcgavin. This might actually be the best 1980s film I've ever seen, and probably the best film on the worst list. Firebird 2015 has a lot of decent actors, a simple but creative storyline, and freaking' cars! This is a movie that should definitely be watched at least once. I think that the soundtrack id pretty awesome as well. The song during the racing scene and the climax was beyond epic in every way known to man. So was the song that played at the beginning of the movie.

Well, what can one say about Firebird 2015 AD? Viewed as science fiction, it is wholly inadequate. Other than the early establishing shots of shuttered gas stations ('closed by order of the President'), there is nothing remotely futuristic or fantastic about the film. Viewed as a fast car movie, it's hardly any better--the driving scenes are very old fashioned and certainly offer next to nothing in automotive thrills. Which leaves us with the cast to consider: poor old Darren McGavin gives it his best shot, but Doug McClure doesn't even bother to phone in his performance--he submits it by Morse code. Add in the awful theme song and bad incidental music, and what you have is a boring piece of cinematic junk that offers next to no entertainment value and is insufficiently cheesy for fans of Le Bad Cinema. Absolutely, positively not worth the 90 minutes of your life it will cost you.

A severe gas shortage in the near future forces the government to ban the use of automobiles altogether and make the act of driving one a punishable capitol offense. However, a feisty pocket of rebellious gear-jamming metalhead race car enthusiasts called "burners" obstinately refuse to knuckle under Uncle Sam's oppressive reign, hording what little precious gas is left and happily tearin' their souped-up cars across the desolate desert terrain. Crusty ace driver Red (the always exuberant Darren McGavin, carrying on with greater flair and verve than the sub-par material deserves) and rascally fellow old-timer Indie (the solid George Touliatos) are two such guys, whooping it up as they constantly elude getting nabbed by a band of hard-nosed police officers who are very eager to nail their annoyingly evasive hides.While the premise -- basically a science fiction version of a Burt Reynolds-style good ol' boy outrunning the pigs car chase romp -- has promise, it's fatally ruined by David M. Robertson's limp'n'lifeless (non)direction and a paltry, insufficiently thought-out bare-bones script. Moreover, the futuristic setting is depicted with a critical lack of conviction: there are no special effects to speak of, the cars look plain and antiquated, and the spartan costume designs are simply pathetic. Worse yet, the fuzzball baddies led by a sleepwalking Doug McClure are hopelessly colorless and nonthreatening; only a murderously crazed Native American nutcase trooper (outrageously overplayed by Alex Diakun) radiates any necessary sense of genuine menace. The redneck protagonists are equally insipid and unprepossessing; the picture's already slack pace screeches to a dead halt during the excruciatingly blah romantic courtship scenes between Red's wimpy estranged son Cameron (the gratingly whiny Robert Charles Wisden) and Indie's fiery foxy daughter Jill (vivaciously essayed by cute brunette hottie Mary Beth Rubens). But the movie's grossest, most egregious and unforgivable blunders have got to be the copious, but poorly staged and thus unexciting car race sequences and a gruelingly tedious surplus of hideously banal dialogue (sample line: "Keep your pedal down and your sunny side up"). So, despite some good acting and nice photography, this worthless rusty clunker overall sadly remains in teeth-gnashing neutral from the dreary start right on down to the spiritless finish.

Mind you, it does sport some fine Alberta Badlands scenery. Still, I wonder why the creators of this film overlooked a shining opportunity for an approximation of wit. In the fascist America of 14 years hence, private use of petroleum is not allowed. Who enforces this? Why, the DVC, the Department of Vehicle Control, represented by the surly chief, a plainly psychotic lackey, the woman who's secretly sympathetic to the rebels and a couple of other nondescript guys. Did nobody think that instead of the DVC, it should be have been... the DMV?Ponder that, if you're ever bored enough to watch this.