"You can take the car out of the junkyard, but you can't take the junkyard out of the car," growls Trip Murphy (Matt Dillon), an arrogant stock-car racing champion whose supremacy has been seriously challenged by a souped-up 1963 Volkswagen Beetle and its plucky driver, Maggie Peyton (Lindsay Lohan). Trip, the designated villain in "Herbie: Fully Loaded," eventually comes to believe that the upstart Beetle is demonically possessed. "It's alive!" he screams as men in white coats drag him into the back of an ambulance. But Trip isn't crazy.
"Herbie: Fully Loaded," which opens nationwide today, is a perfectly silly movie for a silly season that in recent years has forgotten how to be this silly. Directed by Angela Robinson, this latest installment in the movie-television franchise about a tiny car named Herbie with a will of its own and the temperament of a rambunctious 7-year-old knows exactly what it is and what it isn't.
What it is is "The Love Bug" for the Nascar generation, with a charismatic teenage star at the wheel. This G-rated movie comfortably blends the cutesy mannerisms and well-scrubbed wholesomeness of that late-60's Disney hit with the vroom of today. Never for a moment, even during the racing sequences, does it pretend to be real.
What "Herbie: Fully Loaded" isn't is a movie to be taken seriously, unless you consider Ms. Lohan's Maggie, who defies her father, Ray Sr. (Michael Keaton), to race Herbie, a feminist role model for tweener girls. In the original "Love Bug," Herbie salvaged the career of a fading race-car driver, played by Dean Jones, by driving him to victory. In "Fully Loaded," Maggie salvages Herbie from a junkyard with $75 given to her as a college graduation present. Later, she saves him from destruction at a demolition derby, just as the battered little bug is about to be chewed up by a gargantuan truck with metal teeth.
As in so many Disney films, the signals are shrewdly mixed. Though Maggie triumphs in the ultramacho world of Nascar, her victory comes at a price. As the story begins, she arrives at her college graduation by skateboard at the last minute. The first person in a family of stock car racers to finish college, she is looking forward to moving to New York to work as an assistant at ESPN.
As in another Disney film released this year, "Ice Princess," the heroine is forced to choose between short-term sports stardom and a long-term career investment that makes use of her education. (In "Ice Princess" the choice is between the rink and college.) It's not much of surprise that in an era in which everyone is supposedly entitled to his or her 15 minutes of fame, stardom wins.
It helps that Ms. Lohan, unlike the pallid Michelle Trachtenberg in "Ice Princess," is a genuine star who combines a tomboyish spunk with a sexy, head-turning strut, executed with minimal self-consciousness. Likable but never saccharine, confident but not snooty, and endowed with the natural freckled-faced beauty of an 18-year-old Everywoman, Ms. Lohan seems completely at home on the screen.
If she were not its star, "Herbie: Fully Loaded" would have to rely on stock mechanical gimmickry for its appeal and on the reassuring but recycled image of a little car that can outrun the big guys. Herbie spits oil into the faces of his detractors and bops them with doors that suddenly swing open with alarming force. He bleats his horn in furious protest, flirts with his headlights and, to the sounds of Lionel Richie's "Hello," nuzzles up to a sleek yellow sports car, bumper to bumper.
In one contest, he streaks to victory on a guardrail. In another, he makes a sudden leap to the sounds of Van Halen's "Jump." If the movie is a big hit, it could signal the waning of the sport utility vehicle era; or not.
After some tension and misunderstanding, Ms. Lohan and Herbie eventually form a bond of trust. Once upon a time, it used to be a girl and her horse. Now it's a girl and the car that drives her.
