My parents and I saw this one rainy Saturday evening in the mid-1960s when it was playing at a theatre in the area near where I grew up. It was one of those "lets go see a movie" nights and none of us really knew what to expect.
As it turned out, all three of us found it to be a nice bit of fun. I remember my mother referring to it as one of those films in which the movie interrupts a great auto commercial.
It's the kind of movie that Hollywood has long stopped making. There was no preaching, no message (others than cars can be great), no sex, violence, or gore, and I don't remember there being any profanity. (The latter point was one reason all three of us went as I believe I was still in elementary school.) It's not brain-blasting but fun like this doesn't have to be.
Like with many such films, the best parts were those that dealt with the cars, seeing them in action, seeing them up close, or simply seeing them built or repaired--the kind of stuff we used to call "neat".
It's the sort of movie where one goes out with one's friends or family and then maybe for pizza afterwards.
As it turned out, all three of us found it to be a nice bit of fun. I remember my mother referring to it as one of those films in which the movie interrupts a great auto commercial.
It's the kind of movie that Hollywood has long stopped making. There was no preaching, no message (others than cars can be great), no sex, violence, or gore, and I don't remember there being any profanity. (The latter point was one reason all three of us went as I believe I was still in elementary school.) It's not brain-blasting but fun like this doesn't have to be.
Like with many such films, the best parts were those that dealt with the cars, seeing them in action, seeing them up close, or simply seeing them built or repaired--the kind of stuff we used to call "neat".
It's the sort of movie where one goes out with one's friends or family and then maybe for pizza afterwards.