A frustratingly not-terrible action thriller.
"Bullwhip Griffin" is a pleasant, low-key adventure comedy, good summer entertainment for youngsters and perhaps not too unlikely for their parents. If it isn't quite up to Walt Disney's best comedies ("The Absent-Minded Professor," for example), it is good Disney all the same, and many of the Disney trademarks are in evidence.
The hero from the kid's point of view, I suspect, is Jack Flagg (Bryan Russell), an impossibly noble 12-year-old with blue eyes, scrubbed cheeks and the mature judgment necessary to help his elders through life.
After his grandfather leaves him and his sister penniless, Jack abandons Boston and stows away aboard a ship bound for the Cali-for-ni-ay Gold Rush. The family butler, Bullwhip Griffin (Roddy McDowall), gives chase, stows away aboard the same schooner, becomes the cook and inadvertently wins them both passage to the coast. Jack's sister (Suzanne Pleshette) follows on the next boat, and the rest of the film takes place in the muddy, grimy, rough-and-tumble goldfields.
Jack and the butler gain brief possession of a map to the Mother Lode, but the scheming Judge Higgins (Karl Malden) spirits it away. The two give chase up the coast, and when Miss Pleshette arrives in Sacramento there's no job opening except as a singer at the Golden Nugget Saloon.