To my mild surprise, my wife wanted to see the movie F1. I said OK, though it wasn’t high on my list of must-see films. In my time, I’ve avoided many summer blockbusters. We went to the Spectrim 8 Theatre in Albany on a Tuesday afternoon in early July.
F1 did what it set out to do: make you feel like you are riding with these drivers. Sonny Hayes (Brad Pitt) will drive almost anything, and his old friend Ruben (Javier Bardem) recruits him for his Formula 1 team.
You get sucked into feeling like part of the management and pit crew, trying to ensure that the two team drivers, Sonny and Joshua Pearce (Damson Idris), succeed or at least don’t crash and burn. Kate (Kerry Conlon) is central to the team and wants to be taken seriously as the technical director; I liked Conlon in The Banshees of Inisherin.
Critic Michael Cook wrote: “This is a classic ‘summer and popcorn’ movie. Some beats may feel familiar, but it’s done so well that you overlook some of its problems. It’s a movie worth seeing at the theater to get the full experience.” I agree with that, and the fact that the actors practiced actual driving for several months gave those scenes a feeling of verisimilitude. True Formula 1 fans will grimace at some inconsistencies, but most of the general public may not notice or care.
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Frankly, I enjoyed it on the level that my grandfather McKinley Green and I used to watch Indy car racing on TV when I was growing up. But F1 doesn’t seem like a movie you want to see on television.
When Formula One came to Las Vegas in the story, I was fascinated because I was in that city in 2024 shortly before it was altered to create the track. Businesses near the course, such as restaurants and bars, which could benefit from more people coming in, were thrilled. Ordinary Las Vegans with no monetary benefit tended to be irritable about the inconvenience.
Rotten Tomatoes critics gave the film 83% positive reviews, but it was 97% positive with audiences.
