I knew going in, I was predisposed not to like this film. I have an almost active disinterest in auto-racing of any kind, and the triumphant sports movie genre does not generally inspire me. In a bizarre way, I thought this might surprise me, especially since I did actually enjoy Maverick. Instead, it met all of my expectations exactly. The story of aging athlete battling it out with a younger competitor, taking risks, getting beaten back, getting involved in a harmless if ham-fisted love story, fending off a cartoonish business executive. I’m sure it was an expensive movie, but the sponsored payments probably paid off the budget before it left the editing room. There were no less than three ads in every frame. Don’t get me wrong, it looked great on Blu-ray—I have no doubts the IMAX was a looker—and the Hans Zimmer score was as good as usual. But otherwise, it was an empty collection of quotes and tropes, but devoid of risk.
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