Ford v Ferrari

[Ford v Ferrari] may relish in the high life, but its final moments feel devastatingly hollow.

While Ford v. Ferrari finishes first on a technical level, it serves as a myopic altar to a sport and era of white-male dominance.

You see the concentration. You see the sweat. You see the danger. You see the madness.

Ford v Ferrari is a little too long; some scenes leave unnecessary skidmark trails. But the movie still has amiable style and energy to spare. It's fast but never furious.

Think Iron Man and Captain America, only it's a (mostly) true story and what's at stake is not the fate of the universe, nor even an auto race, but the glorious, endless pursuit of perfection.

It is a beautifully controlled and assembled piece of filmmaking.

...aka Ford vs Ferrari, Le Mans ’66 is a real old-school classic film, with big star performances, no swearing or sex, lots of character detail and elaborate, hugely impressive recreations of classic race action. Bale and Damon both excel...

"Ford V Ferrari is an excellent sports drama that proves you don’t have to be an expert on the rules to lose yourself in the game."

[The cinematography] perfectly conveys the glory of the sport's speed and its lethal danger by concentrating its framework on character ambition, which also ultimately motivates the camera and its direction for an enthralling, immersive experience.

By turns painfully earnest and unbearably smug, it’s a feel-good sports movie so single-minded about celebrating its heroes that the adoration nearly suffocates all else. Having said all that, the film is expertly directed and mostly highly entertaining.