Nick Freeman is a down-on-his luck but hearty motorbike rider, but after the death of his brother. He inherits a slick looking and innovative prototype, which his brother originally designed. He also finds himself in a little personal battle with champion rider Bruce McBride, and strikes up a relationship with Julie who tags along with McBride. Nick tries his best to find someone to finance his motorcycle with the help of Julie. After continuous knock backs, he's finally given the opportunity to show good this bike is, in the Silverstone World Championship.
Wow, what a hunk of unadulterated
cheese! Still I kind of like it, despite it hackneyed set-up, overwhelming sense of forced sentiment and b-grade feel even with a modest budget. The prototype (designed by Barry Hart) looks pretty sweet, although the film never really lets the motorcycle smoke it up for too long. The racing scenes are professionally handled with a certain edginess. Creatively crisp cinematography and large-scale aerial shots do a good job of bringing the action to the screen. However some questionable blue screen moments show up (and also outside of the race), but never too distracting. Singer David Essex surprisingly churns out quite a decently genuine and fitting performance in the lead, were his monotonously dry presence captured the reckless nature and sour humour of his character. He was also tagged to the film's soundtrack, which was overwrought, but spiritedly engineered to pluck away. David Wickes' economical direction has its mild flashes of glossy precision. The melodrama plot (taken off Michael Billington's original source) is the same-old story with clichés-galore and plastic situations. What we get is a token romance sub-plot and "against the odds" tale, where the desire to succeed and the developments to get where the protagonist reaches can somewhat drum out an happy feel-good sensation. Along the way there's time for some corny montages with mushy music to back it up, but these moments did slow up the pace. It does feel overlong, and the script is considerably spotty, but always diverting with witty remarks. Now the main talking point has go to be the dramatically downbeat ending. Where did that come from?! While it might feel odd to what has gone before it. I thought it was perfect, as it's just like a punch in the gut. The rest of the performances were good, and the crackling chemistry made sure of humorous interactions. Beau Bridges egotistical showman performance is a glowing one and a elegantly solid Christina Raines simply delights. Clarke Peters winningly fine performance, as Nicks' friend/co-worker always made sure there was something amusing whenever on screen. T.P McKenna also gets a minor part, as a bank manager/biker enthusiast.
I know, just how many times have we've seen this been done? Plenty, but I got to hand to Wickes, as he had me sucked in and that haunting conclusion was a real ice-breaker.
