MI found that not really a lot of drama or action exists in this American International racing drama that deals with the glamorous world of what else, race car drivers, and in this case, it's Fabian, a not yet famous racer who is thrust into fame and finds himself involved with the sweet Mimsy Farmer who I guess isn't immune to his charms. So basically he goes from playboy with more interested in his sport than being a great lover, and the film shows how fame changes him. I had to wonder at times if this really was an American International film that I was watching because it was more Cafe society European art house film style and greatly unlike all those beach party movies and biker films and far more subtle and as a result, slightly boring.
The racing sequences are all right, but the story just isn't strong enough to warrant a film being made on the subject. Certainly there's far more ruthless behavior going on behind the scenes than what you see here. You don't expect so much politeness in an American B 60's film, and thus the film just seems to be laying around, really going nowhere. The acting is simply serviceable, although there are a few surprises among the supporting cast and minor players. Not a hideously bad film. There'd have to be much more going on or tastelessness overloaded into the script, or cliched characters spouting inane dialog. It's "Grand Prix" light, as bland as a cake without frosting.
The racing sequences are all right, but the story just isn't strong enough to warrant a film being made on the subject. Certainly there's far more ruthless behavior going on behind the scenes than what you see here. You don't expect so much politeness in an American B 60's film, and thus the film just seems to be laying around, really going nowhere. The acting is simply serviceable, although there are a few surprises among the supporting cast and minor players. Not a hideously bad film. There'd have to be much more going on or tastelessness overloaded into the script, or cliched characters spouting inane dialog. It's "Grand Prix" light, as bland as a cake without frosting.