F1: The Movie – Review

Formula 1 has been basking in its Drive to Survive (2019 – present) glow for years now, transforming what was once a niche motorsport into a global sporting obsession. Netflix’s slick docuseries introduced newcomers to the sound and fury of the paddock, giving the sport an emotional engine. In a sudden turnaround, names like Max Verstappen, Lewis Hamilton, Charles Leclerc, and Lando Norris were common parlance, even in households that couldn’t tell Monza from Monaco. The show didn’t need to explain what DRS (Drag Reduction System) was every episode, as it trusted viewers to catch up while feeding them the interpersonal drama that comes from a high-speed chess game played across 24 cities a year. For many, it was the gateway drug as Formula 1, once considered opaque and elitist, became dinner table conversation.

F1: The Movie knows that the audience is already onboard. Directed by Joseph Kosinski (Tron: Legacy) and produced by Jerry Bruckheimer (Bad Boys, Pirates of the Caribbean), both fresh off the mega successful Top Gun: Maverick (2022), the duo have once again built a world of roaring engines, grizzled veterans, and daredevils who mistake the edge of disaster for home. Brad Pitt (Fight Club, Troy) plays the ageing underdog (because of course he does) while British race champion driver Hamilton (Cars 2), serving as co-producer, ensures the technical details stay true to form. The result is a movie that doesn’t stop to hold your hand as it drops viewers straight onto the grid, where every tenth of a second is a career-defining margin and every decision at 300 kilometres per hour has consequences.

Pitt slips effortlessly into the racing boots of Sonny Hayes, a semi-mythical driver cut from the same cloth as Tom Cruise’s (Mission: Impossible) Maverick – weathered, stubborn, dangerously charismatic and a savant in the driver’s seat. When Hayes enters the 24 Hours of Daytona track for a one-off endurance race, he drives like a man shaking off ghosts, and wins. Then he leaves, no fanfare, back into obscurity.

Enter Ruben Cervantes, Hayes’ longtime friend and former teammate played by Javier Bardem (Skyfall). Bardem leans into his trademark mix of unhinged charisma and wounded charm, playing an ex-racer turned desperate team boss with a half-smile and a mounting pile of debt. APXGP, the team he now runs, has grown far more familiar with the back of the pack than the winner’s podium, and with US$350 million on the line, he needs a miracle to survive and that miracle is Sonny Hayes. Once neck-and-neck with Ruben for Formula 1’s spotlight, Hayes flamed out after a brutal crash during a race against Brazilian motorsports racing legend Ayrton Senna. Rather than stage a fictional wreck, director Kosinski splices in real footage of Martin Donnelly’s horrifying 1990 Spanish Grand Prix crash, itself an audacious, borderline exploitative move that lends visceral power at the cost of taste. 

There’s something eerily meta about the way Hayes is written, as if Pitt is circling through echoes of his old roles: grimy charm in a trailer à la Cliff Booth in Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood (2019), a laid-back Vegas smoothness like Rusty Ryan in the Ocean’s franchise (2001-2007), and flashes of moody introspection from Roy Richard McBride in Ad Astra (2019). Hayes is a remix of archetypes who doesn’t just break rules; he cruises past them like they’re race markers that don’t apply to him. And somehow, the movie agrees.

But even a superstar comeback needs tension, which arrives in the form of Damson Idris’ (Snowfall) Joshua Pearce, a hotshot rookie with something to prove and no interest in sharing the spotlight. He’s put in the work, earned his place, and sees Hayes as a relic of a past he’s trying to surpass. The bravado feels earned, but you can see the cracks when no one’s looking. Idris plays those cracks with a kind of restrained grace, letting sarcasm and swagger slip into vulnerability at just the right moments.

What makes their relationship work is that Hayes sees it. Maybe for the first time in years, he recognises someone else walking the same razor-thin line between arrogance and doubt. As the races tick by, their relationship is built not on dramatic monologues, but on wariness, competition, and the kind of grudging respect that only forms when both men realise they’re chasing the same ghosts. Hayes sees in Pearce a younger version of himself – cocky, hungry, and terrified of losing it all before he ever really gets started. Pearce, in turn, watches Hayes with the suspicion of someone who’s had to fight for every inch and isn’t about to give up pole position. Their tension softens without ever vanishing, resulting in a partnership built on mutual recognition rather than contrived mentor-mentee sentiment.

Adding a different dynamic to the pit is Kate McKenna, played by Kerry Condon (The Banshees of Inisherin), who serves as APXGP’s sharp-edged technical director. She’s sceptical from the moment Hayes walks in, understandably so, since her job (and the team’s survival) depends on performance. Condon brings a steely intelligence to Kate, and she reads as the most competent person in any room she walks into, which makes the film’s choice to fold her into a romantic subplot all the more deflating. There’s an attempt to show mutual respect (two professionals finding a brief connection under pressure), but it ends up feeling like a reluctant box-tick for formulaic storytelling.

What’s frustrating is that McKenna represents a growing shift within motorsport, where more women are entering roles beyond the sidelines: engineers, strategists, team bosses. You can feel F1: The Movie trying to nod to that progress, especially with Condon’s presence and a few quick shots of women in the pit lane and grandstands but it’s clear intent only gets you so far. Formula 1’s gender imbalance remains glaring, and the movie gestures at change without committing to saying anything meaningful about it.

What makes it worse, for all the attention to realism in Formula 1’s mechanics, it stumbles when it comes to believability. Kosinski’s eye for speed and chaos hasn’t dulled, but when Hayes repeatedly pulls off stunts that would trigger immediate disqualification from the Fédération Internationale de l’Automobile (FIA) in real life, the film starts to veer dangerously close to parody. There’s one particularly egregious moment involving a purposeful crash that feels less like a daring move, and more like 2008’s Renault Formula One crash controversy, also known as Crashgate, minus any of the consequences. Any viewer remotely familiar with how tightly Formula 1 is regulated would find it hard to believe the FIA would let APXGP continue unchecked after that incident.

That being said, the film is at its strongest when it respects the visual grammar of the sport, even as it occasionally rewrites the rules. Kosinski smartly grounds the film by weaving his fictional team into real events, blurring the line between fabrication and fandom (drivers Verstappen, Leclerc, Norris, Carlos Sainz, Oscar Piastri, Fernando Alonso, and more appear in short cameos that add to the overall realism of the film). The pacing lifts with the hum of engines and squeal of tyres, elevated by Hans Zimmer’s (Inception, Interstellar) kinetic score fresh off his Days of Thunder (1990) legacy. His music pulses through each turn, feeding into the tension of a slick curve or a critical pit stop, where every second counts. 

And just when it feels like the engines can’t scream any louder, cinematographer Claudio Miranda’s (Oblivion) camera launches into overdrive. Mounted on cockpits, wedged into wheel wells, swinging under spoilers… with some shot using Apple’s iPhone camera technology, it captures every frame like it’s riding shotgun with a death wish. It’s bravura technical filmmaking that evokes Grand Prix (1967) and Le Mans (1971), but juiced with modern precision. If Top Gun (1986) made you feel like you were flying, F1: The Movie plants you in the driver’s seat and slams the pedal hard into the visceral rush of it all. 

That’s the formula Kosinski sticks to: grip, go, don’t over-explain. Where some sports dramas dig into soul-searching monologues or try to reinvent the wheel, F1: The Movie just wants to go fast in its 2 hours and 36 minutes runtime (roughly the time Ferrari needs to make a strategy call), and damn if it doesn’t look good doing it. The emotional beats may be familiar, the dialogue occasionally pre-programmed, but once the tyres screech and the camera dives, none of that really matters. Because sometimes, all you want is for the car to go so fast it starts to shake the screen and leave rubber marks on your retinas. And honestly? It might be onto something.

Natalie

Natalie is a big fan of anything related to movies, TV shows, and anime — you name it. When she’s not reading or being a dedicated cinephile, she’s probably playing gacha and tabletop games, or daydreaming of Caleb from Love and Deepspace.