Movie review of “Turbo Kid”: This no-budget kiddie version of “Mad Max” is swimming in gore and feels like amateur hour, but for fans of low-rent thrills it’s kind of fun. Rating: 2 stars out of 4.

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It’s “Turbo Kid,” a kiddie version of “Mad Max.”

Welcome to the wasteland, teen hero, and try not to get killed by rabid berserkers togged out in grubby post-apocalyptic duds.

Incongruously, there’s a Man with No Name component. Hey, you stubbly cowboy/mentor-to-the-hero, don’t come lighting your stinky cheroots ’round here.

Movie Review ★★  

‘Turbo Kid,’ with Munro Chambers, Laurence Leboeuf, Aaron Jeffery, Michael Ironside. Written and directed by François Simard, Anouk Whissell and Yoann-Karl Whissell. 92 minutes. Not rated (contains language, gore, violence). SIFF Film Center (also 11:30 p.m. Friday and Saturday at the Egyptian).

In the mix are epic levels of arterial spray. Not to mention eviscerations. More intestines on view here than in an anatomy lab.

And the whole thing looks like it cost its writer-directors, François Simard, Anouk Whissell and Yoann-Karl Whissell, oh, maybe $1.98.

There is low budget. And then there is no budget. Which no doubt explains why everyone in the picture rides around on BMX bikes. No cars. No gas. No budget.

No names in the cast either, other than Michael Ironside (“Scanners,” “Total Recall”). Playing the kid hero is Munro Chambers. For the ditsy heroine, it’s got Laurence Leboeuf. And for the growly cowpoke, Aaron Jeffery. All together now: Who?

The script is standard end-of-the-world stuff — nuclear winter; civilization collapsed; bald, eyepatched lord of the ruins (Ironside) — with the wrinkle that the kid is a comic- book geek who suits up in the costume of his favorite superhero, Turbo Man. It’s a costume that comes equipped with working splatter ray. Point at bad guy, hit the trigger and … Splatter!

There is, believe it or not, humor in this. Those BMX bike chases are kind of a hoot, and the dialogue, especially the chirpy-perky lines by Leboeuf’s character, are amusingly hokey.

It feels like amateur hour, but for fans of low-rent thrills it’s kind of fun.