Review of Fast Company (1953) by Collier W — 26 Sep 2012

Cronenberg is the director for hire here, and he has made a sublime racing picture, with an unforgettable cast of characters. Rattling confidently like the ramshackle cars driven by our team, the picture is simultaneously a sports parable about integrity and a deep meditation on the sport of drag racing.

You can smell the fuel, the burning rubber, cold dawnings on a deserted racetrack by an alfalfa field, and all those oily characters. You may laugh at the butt rock anthems on the soundtrack, but if you don't root for Lonnie Johnson and Billy, I don't want to know you.