Picture a car racing down a cracked pier at night, lights flickering like fireflies. At the edge, the driver forces a spin, the tires lock, and the car slams into the rail, then lifts off and flies onto a moving train below. The whole thing is captured in one continuous shot, the wind whipping, metal clanging, and the driver’s face set in that unblinking, razor‑sharp focus that only a movie can amplify. It’s a single breath of adrenaline that sticks in your head long after the credits roll.

Sure, just keep the popcorn in the backseat—because you’ll want to taste the fallout after the stunt.

Popcorn's in the backseat, right? We'll see if the driver takes a breath before the jump.