The music is painful, all the evening scenes are day for night, Jeanne Crain over acts, their kid is annoying, the "delinquents" are complete squares with a penchant for bad clothes and rape. However, the blonde looks really good on that car (and probably anywhere else as well).
It's a little tame but I'm too in love with John Brahm, master of shadows, making a youth-in-peril film in the desert where there isn't a tree to hide under, let alone the ceiling in a crowded, candlelit drawing room. It's so far from his comfort zone, and is a different sort of work. Whereas Hangover Square is a timeless work of art, Hot Rods is pop art so purposely glued to its era that every brick seems brand new.