F1, Joseph Kosinski’s white-knuckled dive into the high-octane world of Formula One racing, is one of the most electrifying movies to hit screens this year. Produced by the dream team behind Top Gun: Maverick, including Jerry Bruckheimer, Ehren Kruger and none other than Lewis Hamilton, it is a turbo-charged, track-shaking spectacle that blends big-screen bravado with surprising emotional depth.
Yes, it stars Brad Pitt. Yes, it features real Grand Prix circuits. Yes, Hans Zimmer composed the score. But the real surprise? How a film about racing, actual racing, not heist-stunt-car-wet-dream, manages to be this good.
It is the kind of film that could have coasted on flash and fumes. Instead, it races ahead with storytelling horsepower, a phenomenal cast and enough throttle to blow away any sceptic still sitting in the pit lane.
