It’s always a special moment when you stumble across a movie that has been written and directed by the same person, and that person has essentially no other imdb credits. Let us take a moment, and toast to Glen Gruner and Skid Kid, preferably with a name-brand RC Cola.
Union, Missouri, has a crime problem. There is a group of hoodlums terrorizing the town. Luckily, a pair of boots show up in the middle of the road one day, and local teen Scooter Spielberg finds them.
When he wears the boots, Scooter becomes The Skid Kid, able to move at high speed in a truly low-tech stop-motion fashion. He sits with his legs extended and “glides” “smoothly” across the ground. It feels like at least half the movie is The Skid Kid scooting across the ground in stop motion.
The Skid Kid fights the hoodlums. He gets into an argument with his girlfriend. He befriends the son of a local police officer. He dodges the FBI agents who want to capture him and steal his boots (and are weirdly obsessed with the idea that he might be related to the director Steven Spielberg). He watches a local BMX meet (which starts off with toddlers on Big Wheels). He fights a random “Oriental” that one of the hoodlums knows. He saves a dummy drunk person from being “hit” by a “nearby” train. He wears a safety helmet. He refuels his boots with a can of RC Cola (the cheap generic stuff causes them to misfire).
The leader of the hoodlums goes out and kills a random policeman. Oh no, it’s the father of the kid that The Skid Kid befriended! There is a long funeral procession followed by a short funeral. The Skid Kid beats up the leader of the hoodlums, and turns him in to the police for the reward money.
Scooter uses the reward money to buy a Camaro, and gives up being The Skid Kid so that he and his girlfriend can go off to Los Angeles and “lay low.” Besides, the boots need to be retreaded.
All this in 70 minutes.