One of Howard Hawks’s last films (1965), this study of perverse and insane ambition on the stock car racing circuit did not do well with the critics of the time, although it has since become something of a cause celebre. The racing footage, strangely, is flat and dull—so bad that some writers claim Hawks didn’t direct it. But the dialogue scenes have a primitive emotional force and directness, in spite of (or perhaps, because of) the young, untried cast, which includes James Caan. Depending on your point of view, you’ll find it either beautifully pure or sadly unshaded. A puzzlement, but intriguing.