a5c7b9f00b Johnny Randall, a young race-car driver, falls in love with Tony Bradley, who hates racing because her brother was killed in a midget car-race (the car size, not the driver-size.) To compound that, his mother also objects because his father was killed while racing in the Indianapolis 500. But he continues racing, even though he narrowly escapes death when a rival-and-jealous racer schemes to get rid of him. Then, after these narrow escapes, he loses his nerve, but enters one last race. Is there a gas-station ownership in his future?
Basically a drama about Midget Racers (small, sleek single-driver race-cars with normal-sized V-8 engines that helped to kill many drivers in their era) and the hotshot son of a great driver who died behind the wheel. The only way I saw this is because I got a 35mm print of it in a film collection I bought. I don't know if it's public domain or not, but it's fairly entertaining. The lead actors are all no-names, but they look good and can act just enough to make it work. The Midget Racer footage is the highpoint, but sometimes the use of stock footage gets pretty bad (the grains and contrasts don't match up at all). It would be a 4 or 5 B-Movie without the higher production values, but the sets look A-Grade and lift it a couple points higher. Not a must see, but not a waste of time, good 40s fun.
Plot-- Even though mother disapproves, youthful Johnny is encouraged to race in midget car contests. Too bad his father was killed in one, so Johnny's unsure. Meanwhile, his dad's mentor plus the older guy's bubbly daughter urge him onto the track. So what will he do and how will things turn out.<br/><br/>Produced right after WWII, the movie features two budding post-war trends-- car racing and a bobby-sox idol. Here it's midget car racers-- regular cars were in short supply given recent war production. As a result, kids would soon turn to hot-rods; that is, old car parts patch-worked into gas powered oddities. On the bobby-sox side-- with his all-American good looks, actor Sands became an instant teen idol. I recall the girls oozing over his handsome blondness. Trouble is he looks the lead actor part, but remains a rather bland thespic presence. That, in turn, allows the effusive Austin to dominate the screen with her coy mannerisms. Plus, she could double for a maturing Shirley Temple. Then there's Frank Orth supplying humor as the gruff racing vet. Of course, male viewers are expecting exciting racecar footage, and a lot is supplied. Then too, for a cheap production, the process shots of driver close-ups are not bad.<br/><br/>There's nothing special here. Sands would go on to a brief career, while Vivien's would be cut short by health problems. And shouldn't overlook the versatile Orth who would shortly land a recurring role on the successful Boston Blackie TV series. Anyway, this low-budget quickie is at least good for a glimpse of post-war youth trends.<br/><br/>(In passing- without giving it away, the ending for me was kind of a surprise.)