F1 | Film Review
When the Checkered Flag Never Quite Drops
Brad Pitt straps into the driver’s seat in F1, a $200+ million Apple Original directed by Top Gun: Maverick helmer Joseph Kosinski and co-written by Ehren Kruger. The film looks as slick as a freshly waxed Mac Studio display, yet its style and horsepower never crank the storytelling into the same gear.
The premise has promise: a roguish veteran racer lured out of semi-obscurity to rescue his best friend’s bottom-dwelling team. Add Javier Bardem as the old pal, a photogenic pit-crew genius ingenue who doubles as Brad’s love interest, and a cocky twenty-something teammate who keeps asking if the AARP offers a racing discount. Unfortunately, the screenplay never finds a full lap of character development. Everyone enters the grid exactly who they leave it.
Visually the movie hums. Cameras glide through engineering labs where rows of Apple Studio Displays sit prettier than most of the supporting cast. Every cockpit shot feels hand-polished in 4K. The overhead cinematography is pure racing-game candy, and Hans Zimmer pastes classic-rock guitar licks over the opening fifteen minutes of Brad’s small-time victory in Daytona.
The problem arrives in the cutting room: every race is diced into overhead drones, visor cams, monitor readouts, and frantic command-center reaction shots. When all the cars share the same matte black silhouette, the action becomes a high-speed inkblot. The editors patch in exposition every few seconds: “He’s on the soft tires!” “DRS in two corners!” But unless you’re a Formula One junkie or an MIT grad, good luck following what’s actually happening.
Because the races lack visual clarity, the story leans on audio cues that shout stakes instead of showing them. Pitt does his laid-back charisma routine and lands a few one-liners, but his story has no emotional stakes. The would-be emotional beats such as the resentful protégé, the pioneering female race car designer, and a surprise reveal in the third act arrive like pit-stop tire changes, quick and perfunctory without affecting the drive.
That said, if you crave to see sci-fi shiny racing gear, thunderous engines, and two-plus hours of Formula One dashboard graphics, the package might rev your engine. Pitt still looks magnificent at 61, the Apple-fueled production design is immaculate, and the soundtrack could sell out a vinyl pressing.
But there's not much here to hang onto. Cool vibe, gorgeous frame, zero traction. Skip it.