Ford v Ferrari ★★★

has very little of the style or tangible danger you’ll find in the best racing movies (john frankenheimer’s Grand Prix, for example, has car sequences that look almost avant-garde compared to the basic coverage of this) but bale yells a bunch of british obscenities and mangold does successfully bring sturdy competence to what is ultimately serious Talladega Nights. perfect sunday afternoon viewing with dads everywhere. still, spent most of the final race dreaming of the michael mann version of this that was supposed to get made—how do you make a movie about engineers with so little interest in process?

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