Red Line 7000 is one of the latter day Howard Hawks films that the legendary director simply should have skipped. Not that 7000 is a dreadful movie; it's just not very good and definitely not what one expects of Hawks. Made in 1965, 7000 feels like a movie created by an old man trying to be hip. It would not have been a particularly good movie with another director, and indeed in some hands would have been a much worse one; but one wouldn't feel the sense of embarrassment one gets from knowing that this is Hawks behind the camera. The story is very tired, one of Hawks' explorations of the differences between men and women in a tight-knit environment, but stripped to its bare bones and without much depth or detail. The characters bicker and fight, get mad, get lonesome, get lonely -- all going through the motions without any substance. A large part of the problem is with the cast, which with a couple of exceptions is poor. James Caan, quite young, is the standout; he's not as polished as he would later become, but he brings a winning intensity to his part. Marianna Hill is also good, if not in Caan's class. The rest of the leads are dull or, in the cases of John Robert Crawford and Gail Hire, downright painful. Fortunately, there are plenty of racing sequences, which are well handled and help to make up for the banality of the actual story.