Davey Cleaves (Danny Martins) is a little scamp who climbs aboard a moving van, which then takes off with him in the back. The van is driven by two men (Don O'Kelly, Harry Dean Stanton) who killed another man the night before. When they stop the van to bury the body, Davey gets out and starts wandering around like a little weirdo instead of running. Finally, after the bad guys discover him, Davey runs and leads them on a chase. During all this his parents are freaking out thinking a homeless man nabbed Davey.
Don O'Kelly, a familiar face on '60s television, chews scenery like candy but it's fun to watch. Sadly O'Kelly died of stomach cancer before this movie was released. Harry Dean Stanton is good in an early role, still perfecting his screen persona. Child actor Danny Martins is terrible but there's a lot of fun to be had with his complete lack of talent. His line delivery is awesome ("I kicked him...really hard...on purpose"). John Carradine plays a homeless man who is friendly with the kid and gets blamed for his disappearance. The cinematography was handled by garbageman Ted V. Mikels, who made a lot of Z-grade trash that bizarrely has a cult following. He does a competent job here, helped by the location shooting. Oh and the film is scored by Jaime Mendoza-Nava, who did a number of great '70s low-budget horror flicks, including one of my all-time favorites, The Legend of Boggy Creek. Not a bad little low budget thriller. Some unintentional humor but decent direction and an interesting story make it watchable. The subplots like the couple who own the turkey farm are a nice touch. A better actor for the kid and this might have been a great one. As it is, it's worth taking a look.