If there’s anything more viscerally exciting than watching Formula 1 auto racing, it’s got to be seeing a great movie about Formula 1 auto racing. The thrill of victory, the agony of premature hearing loss â€“ it’s all there, along with the life-threatening danger, the prestige, and the beautiful women lurking like speed-bumps behind every hairpin turn.
Trouble is, making a great film on this subject is an extremely challenging enterprise. For one thing, F1 is relatively unknown in the United States. There have been very few American drivers, and all of the exotic, outrageously expensive cars are made overseas. For decades, the gold standard for auto racing films was set by visionary director John Frankenheimer’s Grand Prix, which follows a fictional set of characters during the 1967 F1 season and which thrust James Garner’s impressive early career to an even higher level.
With the maturation of computer graphics and the changing economics of the movie business, which depends more and more on overseas box office, director Ron Howard’s Rush is poised to challenge Grand Prix‘s 45-year lead on the Smackdown track. Can Howard’s brand new, true story Rush score the victory? Or does James Garner’s fictional battle for the F1 Championship still have the winning formula?
Two-time Academy Award-winning director Howard teams with two-time winning screenwriter Peter Morgan to present a spectacular big-screen re-creation of the 1976 F1 season, focusing on the sport’s two leading drivers at the time, James Hunt (Chris Hemsworth) and Niki Lauda (Daniel BrÃ¼hl). Morgan’s script also pays ample attention to the sizzling trifecta of women in their lives â€“ Gemma (Natalie Dormer), a nurse who knows how to dispense formalities along with her medicine; Suzy (Olivia Wilde), Hunt’s drop-dead gorgeous first wife; and Marlene (Alexandra Maria Lara), Lauda’s refined and faithful wife of fifteen years, a soul mate whose loyalty and devotion to a difficult husband may be equaled only by that of Sharon Osbourne.
The events of this historic season reach a flashpoint, literally, with Lauda’s horrific crash in the German Grand Prix at Nurburgring, leaving him extremely close to death, with a severely burned face and lungs. Confined for weeks to intensive care, Lauda watches Hunt continue to win and challenge his once insurmountable lead for the season championship. Driven to heal by his world-class competitive nature, Lauda makes an inspirational and astonishing return to racing, which climaxes at the final rain-swept event in Japan.
Bolstered by the use of high-quality, compact digital cameras, Howard and cinematographer Anthony Dod Mantle deliver heart-pounding action sequences that put the audience in the stands and in the race cars themselves. It’s a hell of a ride, and it makes RushÂ a powerful, engaging and highly entertaining movie.
Oscar-winning screenwriter (All That Jazz) Robert Alan Aurthur’s fictional script focuses on the top four drivers during the 1967 F1 season, both on and off the track. Behind the wheel we find Pete Aron (Garner), an American who loses his ride, only to be hired for the final few races by a wealthy Japanese industrialist (Toshiro Mifune), who desperately wants his car to win its first F1 race. The reigning world champion is Jean-Pierre Sarti (Yves Montand), a Frenchman who is the leader of the legendary Scuderia Ferrari team.
Providing additional competition are the Englishman Scott Stoddard (Brian Bedford) and Sarti’s young teammate, Nino Barlini (Antonio Sabato, in his first English-language screen role). Behind the bedroom door we find three beautiful but dispassionate women â€“ Louise (Eva Marie Saint), a cold American journalist who gets involved with the married Sarti; Pat (Jessica Walter), Scott’s high-maintenance, self-centered wife; and Lisa (Francoise Hardy), Nino’s latest nubile squeeze.
Shot in 70 mm six-track Super Panavision and released in Cinerama, Grand Prix is one film that truly utilized all of the state-of-the-art production techniques of the day. Sitting in front of a theater screen more than 100 feet wide, audiences literally felt the exhilarating speed and the ear-shattering sounds of high revving, 400-plus horsepower engines. Grand Prix comes as close as the average person will get to experiencing the inherent danger present on every lap, every turn of an actual F1 race. (Of the 32 drivers who participated or were seen in the film, five died in racing accidents within the next two years and another five in the following ten years.)
In terms of script, Rush has the advantage of being based on a true story. Lauda was, by all accounts a cold, arrogant, calculating Austrian obsessed to be the best. The flamboyant Hunt was a highly charismatic, reckless playboy whose lifestyle included lots of booze, drugs and women (he is said to have had sexual relations with an NBA-worthy 5,000 of them before dying of a heart attack at 45). These two bigger-than-life, divergent personalities, each desperately seeking to become the premier global name in F1 racing, are captured perfectly in the complex, insightful screenplay by Peter Morgan who has a history of pitting head-to-head, real-life, powerful personalities, including the Howard-directed Frost/Nixon. By contrast, Aurthur’s Grand Prix script often plays as little more than an extended soap opera, leaving the heavy lifting to its thrilling action sequences and excellent cast.
But Rush‘s cast, too, is more than up for the job. Lauda and Hunt are compellingly portrayed by the remarkable BrÃ¼hl and Hemsworth. Lauda’s story is one of unparalleled dedication, perseverance and outright will power. Audiences come to love Hunt as the dazzling, dashing dandy he is, but it is Lauda’s vulnerability and bravery that will resonate deeper and longer. There are no villains here, only two remarkable, highly talented, highly motivated adversaries who are not as black-and-white as the checkered flag found at the finish line.
While the off-track scenes provide an insightful, captivating look at the behind-the-scenes lives of two historic racers, Rush will also be remembered for its exhilarating on-track footage. One must assume that Howard screened Grand Prix prior to undertaking this project; his challenge is to at least equal, if not exceed, the cinematic spectacle brilliantly brought to the screen by our champion. With no CGI yet in existence, Frankenheimer used every Super Panavision camera he could get his hands on, the ultra-wide screen images benefitted from his occasional use of split-screen (in part to overcome the inherent distortion problems presented by Cinerama in close-ups). Just as impressive was Maurice Jarre’s captivating score, punctuated by the meticulously rendered, ear-splitting sounds of the various race cars. Howard gets close to surpassing this technical perfection, if not all the way there. Rush cinematographer Anthony Dod Mantle, deserves much of the credit for that, especially for mounting so many of his three dozen digital cameras inside the race cars, providing a staggering visual immediacy. The extreme close-up of Hunt’s eyes behind the wheel captures the incredible focus needed to pilot a 180 mph F1 car as well as any camera technique previously employed. And the overhead shots of the blazing inferno engulfing Lauda’s blood-red Ferrari will not easily be forgotten.
These images are enhanced by the cello-driven score by Hans Zimmer, providing a surprising and unique counterpart to the speed of the cars and the sound of their screaming F1 engines. Additional kudos go to editors Daniel P. Hanley and Mike Hill who manage to condense a complex, multi-faceted story into a 123-minute running time, chopping nearly half an hour from Grand Prix‘s epic length. Howard and his team win that lap.
The best parts in Grand Prix didn’t go to the actors but to the cars, and when the action moves from off-track melodrama to on-the-track mega-drama, our Champion’s fortunes take a bigger turn than the famous Grand Hotel hairpin curve at Monaco, thanks to director Frankenheimer’s outstanding directorial, editorial and technical achievements when the pedal hits the metal. This film was a beloved favorite of countless young stoners, who typically sat mesmerized in their theater’s first row through repeated screenings. Now that, my friends, was a hell of a rush in 1967.
Decision time â€“ which of these two highly talented filmmakers brings home the Smackdown trophy? Grand Prix earns points for being a monumental technical achievement of its time, but Rush, too, excels there. Grand Prix is bigger and louder (not to be confused with Lauda). But Rush is faster, hotter, and ultimately better. Pop open the champagne, Mr. Howard. Our Smackdown winner, Rush, takes the checkered flag.