Bólido de fuego 500

Nice racing sequences and to my knowledge the only feature film to have both those kids from Philadelphia Frankie Avalon and Fabian in the cast are the attractions that Fireball 500 has. The title comes from the logo that Avalon has on his car.

Avalon is a professional racing driver and has arrived in North Carolina to try his hand at the stock car circuit where local boy Fabian rules. Fabian also runs a little moonshine on the side and of course is wary of the revenuers. These two as in the teen idol business were rivals in those late Eisenhower/ Kennedy years.

The women they are rivals over are Annette Funicello and Julie Parrish, you watch the film to see who gets who. There's someone else in the picture who would like to eliminate both these guys. I won't reveal but it won't be hard to figure it out.

Avalon is slightly miscast in a film that I think Elvis Presley might have had first dibs on and rejected. Or Colonel Parker probably rejected for him.

Two very colorful character players Chill Wills and Harvey Lembeck are in the cast. Wills is Annette's uncle and Lembeck is most definitely not doing Erich Von Zipper.

For aging fans of the leads like myself.

I guess I have seen worse movies...but not lately. If you're a race fan you might be able to get thru this as a curiosity, but as is often the case, this movie was written and directed by people who wouldn't know a race car from a loaf of bread. At least it has Annette! I think it's similar to an Elvis movie without Elvis, or an old beach-blanket movie style.

So much about this very quickly drives home the point that 'Fireball 500' and its ilk are borne from the same spirit that gave us beach party movies earlier in the 1960s. As if the fact that this was an AIP film weren't evidence enough, consider the production values, the stop-motion animation and narration that greets us in the earliest minutes, and Les Baxter's original music score - and pop songs that are frequently incorporated (or outright shoe-horned in) just because. The characters, scene writing, dialogue, and even the plot itself are all rather loose, designed for kitschy, lighthearted fun that's distinctly indifferent to any notion of sincerity (and more than a little sexist at times). As great as the appearance is of the costume design, hair and makeup, set design, and vehicles, the visuals all impart the same flavors of cheesy fluff. This goes for the acting, too, and even Floyd Crosby's cinematography (note the regular emphasis of female posteriors). Make no mistake, this is a feature that is easily dated, and to whatever extent it has "held up" since the 60s owes much to open-minded nostalgia and generosity. 'Fireball 500' is marginally more entertaining than its brethren or predecessors, mostly on account of boasting more of a concrete narrative, but to be sure, in 2022 it's quite the acquired taste.

In all fairness, this is a picture that only wants its audience to have a good time. How much mileage one may get out of it will vary wildly from one viewer to the next, but yet it's not half bad. The story is light, but sufficient for building the picture and keeping our attention. The race sequences are well done, including excellent stunt driving - why, I don't even like automotive racing in real life, but the inclusion here is pretty well engaging. Stunts generally are executed very well, not least at the climax. Though the cast is often guided into portrayals that are as ham-handed as the picture at large, when given an opportunity to earnestly demonstrate their capabilities, they surely do. At their best the performances are characterized with fine nuance; Douglas Henderson and Baynes Barron, for example, very convincingly depict G-men Hastings and Bronson as slimy toads, and the more prominent stars like Frankie Avalon, Fabian, and Julie Parrish all embody their parts with suitable enticing personality as scenes demand.

Even recognizing the somewhat hokey construction and likely limited appeal of the feature, this suffers from other flaws. One definite consequence of the overall fun-loving tone is that any story beat that should be decidedly impactful is robbed of its weight. Frankly, where scenes aren't built strictly with the zest of "Hey, let's party!" - well, it's at best a 50-50 guess whether 'Fireball 500' will successfully convey any other feeling. This unfortunately strips the film of no small amount of value; if AIP were trying to be genuine and move beyond the happy-go-lucky nonchalance of its beach party flicks, then the failure by any degree to meaningfully give form to dramatic moments means a failure of that intent. As if cementing the difficulty: while there's real, tangible plot in this, it doesn't come across as entirely convincing, as though director William Asher and co-writer Leo Townsend struggled themselves to be whip up material that bears a more substantial scrap of seriousness. The last third of the movie altogether drags soporifically, more than not.

Warts and all, this is reasonably enjoyable, and I'd go so far as to say that I wish I could like it more than I do. There are many solid ideas in the screenplay, and the cast and crew both put in hard work that pays off in its own right. However, wherever one wishes to place responsibility, there seems to be a lack of comportment between purpose and capability; 'Fireball 500' aimed to be something more and better than those titles AIP made before, yet the end result just doesn't completely hit the mark. Still, there are a lot worse movies you could watch, and if you're open to the more gauche side of cinema, then this might well be right up your alley. It's no essential classic, but if you happen across 'Fireball 500,' it's a modestly entertaining viewing experience.

Citizen Kane it is not, but if you want a good time, drive in, type movie.. check it out. Frankie A. is a wanna be Nascar driver who drives for moonshiners on the side. He meets the hard Biz woman who owns the track and finds the moonshine drivers, but she falls in love and later on redeems herself.

Fabian is the local race track hero and king of the moonshine drivers. There's a slight twist to his character in the end that I won't reveal here.

Dopey songs, pretty girls and cars... Simple, Family friendly fun with some cool old school Nascar footage to boot.

"Beach Party" leads Frankie Avalon, Annette Funicello, and Harvey Lembeck do what they can with C-minus material involving an ace stockcar racer who gets involved with moonshiners; the Internal Revenue wants him to work both sides, but he's more interested in finding out who's thwarting the midnight runs by playing chicken with the drivers. Barely involving 'grown up' effort from American International, not as good as their later stockcar comedy-drama "Thunder Alley", however Avalon and Annette both get to sing (his number, "My Way" is one of the best tunes Avalon ever got in an AIP film). There's a pretty good brawl between Frankie and Harvey Lembeck, but Fabian, as Frankie's nemesis, is under-used, as is Annette. Good photography by Floyd Crosby, cute opening Claymation segment by Clokey Films, but the story is so muddled we never know where we stand with these one-dimensional characters. *1/2 from ****