You'd think that the combination of a 1966 Mustang, a girlie gang of car thieves, long legs, short skirts, high cheekbones and a shootout would be a sure-fire winner. But sadly... you'll have seen better short films on YouTube than this underfunded, derivative, pointless, badly-acted, poorly-scripted B-movie.
Fast Lane aims to exploit the sensual interplay between hard men, hot cars and cool women which works so well in the Fast/Furious series with Vin Diesel and the gang. But 'Fast Lane' doesn't even get into gear. This isn't a Ferrari, my friends: it's a knackered Ford Escort with go-slower stripes...
It's hard to know what's worst: the terrible soundtrack which could have been recorded on a mobile phone. The laughable driving sequences which appear to have been shot in a car park, and are about a tense as a sherry trifle. The simpering squad of 'professional' car thieves, flicking their hair and touching up their lippy (although a male audience of a certain age are forgiven for wanting to watch this film simply to admire their assets, but don't get too excited, boys; they may be pretty fit models but none of the clothing comes off...). The mama-boss gangleader with the clichéd heart of gold whose just committing grand theft auto every night to, er, keep her girls off the street. Agh. It's all awful, in fact.
The only good thing about Fast Lane is that it had the decency to end in less than 80 minutes, presumably so short because they couldn't find funding for any of the action / crash sequences (hence the dismal voice-over and fill-in at the beginning).
Not even worth a quid in a charity shop.