Lace up and dust off that old trench coat, because it's time for Prayer of the Rollerboys, a fast-paced bleak trip through futuristic urban racism told through the eyes of teen rollerbladers. While it certainly helped usher in the end of the roller movies in the theaters, Prayer also delivered an unexpectedly cynical trip to a post-nuclear America where greed has laid waste to the country and abandoned its citizens. While it looks like the filmmakers had about five bucks to create this vision, it represents far deeper ideas than what one would expect from a teen futuristic action flick on wheels. On the other hand, Prayer of the Rollerboys is presented in an easy-to-digest, fairly imbecilic way, with wild dialogue and over-the-top performances for B-movie fans to munch on, so there's a strange dichotomy to the whole flick that makes it the odd man out on the rental racks. Add in glow-in-the-dark hookahs, characters named "Ramrod," and nearly every single one of Patricia Arquette's outlandish outfits, and viewers basically have everything that they need to know to sell them on this bizarre Corey Haim outing.