Trading Paint

[A] decidedly undistinguished dirt-racing film.

Sure, there's potential for pleasure in an old story done right, but Travolta croaking out a Southern accent as he overplays his outbursts and emotional reconciliations doesn't qualify.

There's plenty of material here for a reasonably engrossing drama. Somehow, screenwriters Craig R. Welch and Greg Gerani fail to come up with anything remotely interesting.

This is an okay, if mostly flat, sports action movie centered on dirt track stock car racing.

Where are the risks? Where's the family drama? Where's the intrigue? It seems Travolta still remains stuck at the cinematic red light.

Ultimately, Trading Paint doesn't amount to much more than an easy way to mindlessly kill eighty-nine minutes.

John Travolta still has the skills but the triteness of this racing drivers story just wears him down.

The screenplay needs a tune-up in this predictable drama about dirt-track auto racing that lacks the necessary adrenaline rush.

Unless you are a dyed in the wool racing buff or a Travolta completest, there is little reason to watch Trading Paint.

While Trading Paint doesn't scrape the bottom of the barrel like Speed Kills or Gotti, it's still a woefully bland piece of familial drama set against the backdrop of a low rent racing circuit.