F1

⭐3/10

I can see this being okay if you go to the theatres with the homies and let yourself be swept up in loud noises and big visuals, but man, watching by yourself on a Thursday night? Absolute dud. A thought I often had was that this is The People We Meet on Vacation but for boys: a few nice things to look at, but horrendous writing with one cliche following another. There is not one original idea here and it's an embarrassment that this was nominated for Best Picture. The accusations that the Oscars are run by a cabal of white dads remains strong. 

So in this movie, a failing F1 team needs to make a big move to save their season. Enter Brad Pitt, a driver who doesn't play by the rules, his old-school approach just what the team of book-following dweebazoids needed. Oh, he doesn't always get along with everyone, but he isn't here to make friends, he's here to win! And also the sole female character still sleeps with him because he really is that cool. From there, everything works out exactly how you expect with some minor setbacks before he wins the gold medal for the USA or whatever. It's pretty much Top Gun but make it with lame cars instead of cool airplanes and make it a standard sports movie instead of a standard military movie. 

This movie is terrible. I can respect that this is a real action movie with real action, it looks nice at times, and we still have filmmakers out there willing to put cameras into the real world. But man, there is little else redeeming it. Hanz Zimmer couldn't even be bothered and mailed in something he whipped up in one sitting. This is just a movie for dads who like bad movies. 


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