‘Motor City’ Review: Alan Ritchson and Shailene Woodley Wade Through Cliché in Overstretched Stylistic Exercise
Give me a brooding mid-1970s Detroit nightscape stained with grubby neon, drop a body with a severed leg off a building and crank up a David Bowie song and you have my attention. But director Potsy Ponciroli’s vicious revenge saga, Motor City, while impressively sustained on many levels and even fun in a mindless exploitation…