** of ***** Below Average
Pros: Some interesting footage of vintage cars and early NASCAR. Cons: Most everything else.
Viewed: 3 February 2006 Format: DVR recording from Showtime Extreme
It's interesting that my first Frankie Avalon/Annette Funicello movie isn't one of their famous beach films but a racing flick, the other big teenage film fad of the early '60's. Since most of these films were mostly background for necking at drive-ins, plus the fact it produced by American International, I wasn't surprised to find this a lightweight piece of filmmaking.
"Fireball 500" starts and ending with an interesting (but very, very short) piece of claymation made by Chokey Films ("Gumby") before we meet our hero, Dave Owens, winning the eponymous race of the film. He's driving Richard Petty's car, Number 43, which strikes a weird note, but I'm guessing Petty wasn't yet nationally known, so the director used it to match with the stock footage.
About the stock footage: There's a LOT. And since the races in the film consist mostly of that and rear-projection shots, they really lack any tension at all. However, in the final race, there's footage of a multi-car pileup that must be seen to be believed.
After winning and during the opening credits, Dave heads south (for no apparent reason) while singing the first of several banal songs and driving a far-out custom car that I doubt any real racer would be seen dead in. Once below the Mason-Dixon line, he starts dirt racing on the local track. Why, I don't know. He's going to Dayton soon, and I would figure the prize money from the race at the start of the film would tide him over until then, so maybe it's just for kicks.
In short order he half-heartily romances Funicello (who appears so little in this film it's practically a walk-on), annoys the local racing big shot by beating him and is tricked to unknowingly moving a load of moonshine at night. Yes, really.
Most of the plot involves a rather silly and threadbare mystery that I won't spoil. Of course, in the end, there's the Big Race!
Frankie Avalon was really not suited for the role of tough racing driver here. The lines really don't sound natural coming from him, and the fact that he seems a good half-foot shorter than any other male in the film doesn't help either. This makes the fight scenes look even faker than they probably would have.
The Bottom Line: Skip unless you're into these kinds of films.
Recommend to a friend?: No.
Pros: Some interesting footage of vintage cars and early NASCAR. Cons: Most everything else.
Viewed: 3 February 2006 Format: DVR recording from Showtime Extreme
It's interesting that my first Frankie Avalon/Annette Funicello movie isn't one of their famous beach films but a racing flick, the other big teenage film fad of the early '60's. Since most of these films were mostly background for necking at drive-ins, plus the fact it produced by American International, I wasn't surprised to find this a lightweight piece of filmmaking.
"Fireball 500" starts and ending with an interesting (but very, very short) piece of claymation made by Chokey Films ("Gumby") before we meet our hero, Dave Owens, winning the eponymous race of the film. He's driving Richard Petty's car, Number 43, which strikes a weird note, but I'm guessing Petty wasn't yet nationally known, so the director used it to match with the stock footage.
About the stock footage: There's a LOT. And since the races in the film consist mostly of that and rear-projection shots, they really lack any tension at all. However, in the final race, there's footage of a multi-car pileup that must be seen to be believed.
After winning and during the opening credits, Dave heads south (for no apparent reason) while singing the first of several banal songs and driving a far-out custom car that I doubt any real racer would be seen dead in. Once below the Mason-Dixon line, he starts dirt racing on the local track. Why, I don't know. He's going to Dayton soon, and I would figure the prize money from the race at the start of the film would tide him over until then, so maybe it's just for kicks.
In short order he half-heartily romances Funicello (who appears so little in this film it's practically a walk-on), annoys the local racing big shot by beating him and is tricked to unknowingly moving a load of moonshine at night. Yes, really.
Most of the plot involves a rather silly and threadbare mystery that I won't spoil. Of course, in the end, there's the Big Race!
Frankie Avalon was really not suited for the role of tough racing driver here. The lines really don't sound natural coming from him, and the fact that he seems a good half-foot shorter than any other male in the film doesn't help either. This makes the fight scenes look even faker than they probably would have.
The Bottom Line: Skip unless you're into these kinds of films.
Recommend to a friend?: No.