F'ing up: Thoughts on F1 on an IMAX screen
These notes may include some spoiler-ish comments. But the movie's so predictable, does it matter? Here are my thoughts—more importantly, my concerns—about the summer's biggest IMAX adrenaline rush.
I don’t need to tell you that if you want to watch fast cars on a big screen, and you’re willing to hand over almost twenty dollars for an IMAX ticket, this movie will give you what you want.
There’s no sneer in my voice when I say that. I remember being six years old. I remember setting up elaborate tracks for Matchbox cars and narrating their races. My favorite was a stylish, curvaceous race car with a huge spoiler, and because of its bold color I called it Purple Lightning, because, as Pixar storytellers know, the fastest cars should have “Lightning” in their name. If that six-year-old’s need for speed is still alive in you, you might want to check this out. Joseph Kosinski’s F1 is even better than the real thing: It delivers the vroom, vroom just as much as his Top Gun: Maverick delivered vertiginous aerial acrobats, without putting you in any physical danger.
I can’t promise that it doesn’t put your intelligence in danger. Or your conscience.
I wish I could stop there and not talk about, well… the rest of the movie. But I’m duty-bound to call ‘em like I suffer ‘em. So, here we go…
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