Oh, come on, what's so dewy-eyed and romantic about crashes, crashes and injured drivers, crashes and killed spectators, crashes and drivers burning to death, and more crashes. I don't have no "magic formula", but most certainly there wouldn't be a single accident in any racing movie I'd be interested to watch, and not only because it's such a cliché - I'm not interested in crashes! Also, the Eve Saint Whatsit character going hysteric about the death of her boyfriend is extremely corny, taken on its own, but in the context (i.e. without any part of the story really refering to it) it is just one thing: a glaring outcry against motor racing as a whole. And don't get me started on the insipid, nay, plainly stupid dialogue, delivered as if words of wisdom - ugh!
I think I've said it before, but the saving grace for the movie was its daring photography (and editing), but today that looks pretty dated, only interesting in a (film-) historical context. To say it was a wasted effort would be giving the movie too much credit.
Edited by Michael Ferner, 25 March 2014 - 16:25.