"I'm going to show you kids!" That's obviously the gyst of what Remington "Roogie" Rigsby (Robert Marriott) is thinking after he's rejected by the kids in his Brooklyn neighborhood, simply because he's from Ohio. Living with glamorous mother Ruth Warrick (who works in an upscale dress shop), aunt Louise Troy and supportive grandmother Olive Blakeney. This is when the Brooklyn Dodgers ruled, and little boys looked on baseball players as invincible heroes.
"Holy jumpin' jeepers!" Marriott says when his grandmother gives him an old autographed picture of Red O'Malley, but that's not impressive to the bullies of his neighborhood who still reject him. The spirit of O'Malley shows up to guide him, played by William Harrigan, a sweeter variation of William Demarest, and when a mysterious bump shows up on his arm, his pitching improves to the point of being able to throw baseballs through brick walls and in a shocking moment destroy the top of a smoke stack in Manhattan.
When Warrick sends him away to baseball camp, he doesn't want to go but ends up instead at Ebbets Field where he gets to throw a ball out of the field and ends up as part of the team. It's a sweet bit of nostalgic whimsy, low budget yet profound, with real Dodgers playing themselves as a part of this remarkable plot. The cast is superb, with Warrick a far cry from her matronly snobs of "Citizen Kane" and "All My Children" and Harrigan reminding me of the type of mystical characters that Edmund Gwenn played in the 40's. But the scene stealers are Marriott and Blakeney who's the grandmother of every children's dreams, and lovingly pushing him to go after those dreams in spite of his mother's reluctant objections.