“Overdrive” has all the features of a potentially entertaining action B-movie for overgrown boys: gorgeous near-mint vintage cars, rugged male performers, seductive female performers, ravishing European locations.

What it doesn’t have is a lot of cinematic adrenaline. Scott Eastwood and Freddie Thorp play Andrew Foster and Garrett Foster, car-thief brothers and ostensibly lovable rogues whose outlandish attempt to purloin a magnificent Bugatti runs them afoul of a pair of psychopathic rival car collectors in Marseille.

Mr. Eastwood is the youngest son of Clint Eastwood. Now in his early 30s, Scott is around the age his father was when playing the amiable cowboy Rowdy Yates in the television series “Rawhide.” The younger Eastwood’s resemblance to his father, and similarity in manner, is such that it sometimes feels as if a younger version of Clint has been digitally spliced into this picture. This is diverting, more so than the actual movie, unfortunately. The dialogue seems to have been composed by a screenwriting bot. Here’s an actual exchange between the brothers:

“After this job, I’m done.”

“When were you thinking of telling me?”

“I just did.”

The colorless, TV-series-cheesy direction by Antonio Negret is no help. The brothers’ seductive counterparts, played by Ana de Armas and Gaia Weiss, mostly flounder until a triple-cross-scenario calls on them to deliver punch lines. And so on. The car chases are O.K., but not O.K. enough.