Amazon Prime Video fans have one demand after bingeing 'adrenaline-filled' show
Amazon Prime Video viewers have been left demanding a season two renewal for a new coming-of-age drama that is climbing up the platform's top 10 ranking of TV.
Motorheads is a ten-episode teen petrolhead drama that mixes The Fast and the Furious with The Summer I Turned Pretty, to land a respectful 75 percent rating on Rotten Tomatoes.
Set in the hard knocked Pennsylvania rustbelt, the drama follows a set of car builders and racers in high-octane scenes, scored to a presumably pricey soundtrack (Olivia Rodrigo, flipper extraordinaire Benson Boone).
Motorheads stars teen drama icon Ryan Phillippe, of Cruel Intentions infamy, playing a former Nascar mechanic turned struggling auto body shop owner.
He's joined by Nathalie Kelley, Never Have I Ever's Michael Cimino and Melissa Collazo to make an ensemble cast of grease monkeys.
'Motorheads is about first love, first heartbreak, and turning the key in your first car,' reads the official show synopsis from Prime Video.
'Set in a once-thriving rust-belt town that's now searching for a glimmer of hope, the series is an adrenaline-filled story of a group of outsiders who form an unlikely friendship over a mutual love of street racing, while navigating the hierarchy and rules of high school.'
Given that all ten episodes are already available to binge through on the streaming platform, many fans have already finished the whole thing and taken to X (formerly Twitter) to demand a follow-up season.
One viewer even went so far as to threaten cancelling her Prime subscription entirely if the show isn't renewed for season two.
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@AGeorge43838 tagged Amazon's official MGM Studios account and wrote: I swear you better have a season 2 of Motorheads. Ryan Phillippe and crew have hit GOLD. The show is awesome.
'Also, if there isn't a season 2 I'm cancelling my prime!' More Trending
Many said the finale cliffhanger had left them desperate for more of the drama. @JMorgynWhite wrote: 'My god the cliffhanger on Motorheads was unacceptable without a Season 2 on the track – there is a Season 2 coming, right Prime Video?? Repeat after me 100% binge worthy.'
@SaishaStar tweeted: 'Please let there be a Season 2 that was a crazy cliffhanger and I need some answers on the backstory of Christian Maddox. So many Questions!'
@Riss286 demanded: 'RENEW Motorheads FOR SEASON 2 PLEASE!!!'
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Motorheads is available to stream on Prime Video.
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