Rated PG-13

Pitt stars as a washed up driver brought in to help a Formula 1 team win. He butts heads with the team using his unorthodox style as he also struggles to become a leader.

Directed by TOP GUN: MAVERICK’s Joe Kosinski, F1 offers the same in-your-seat action for a visceral theatrical experience. I don’t have a problem with the look, the style, or the slick delivery of this film.

But for someone who doesn’t care about racing, this movie is a bore. It’s so loaded down with recycled plot points and macho virtue signaling that it becomes exhausting by the 90-minute mark. Then you realize there’s another entire hour left.

Sure, the movie looks cool as all get-out, but it’s nothing more than an amalgamation of music videos and advertisements for the sponsors.

Fans of racing will love this, but it feels like it’s written and directed by Testosterone itself, with some script punch-ups from Sports Films Cliches and daddy issues.

F1 gets two Fs out of five. I’m Kevin Carr, and that’s the way I see it.

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