Went to see F1 last night at the cineplex. I rolled in half an hour late but it was just starting because of all the defence force recruiting poo they run these days before shit heats up with china. Its a great moofie and only Brad Pitt could have pulled it off like Tom Cruise was the entirety of Top Gun: Maverick, both moofies directed by the same guy. It was a white man moofie just like motorsport is white mans game. The niggers and foids were openly tokenistic IMHO. Pitt even tells the forgettable nig co-star that he has a defective frontal cortex, which is a hell of a red pill to throw in there. The foid is only there for Pitt to splurge some of his vril into and make his car a little aerodynamic sandwich that sits at the bottom where the running board goes, its hilarious. Its like the director has so much power after he pulled off Maverick that he only has to pay lip service to hollyjew and just do his thing and make a blockbuster. There's parallels with the F1 paradigm like the big dollars, enormous production and everything comes down to one guy, its all interlinked and maybe the real race car driver is the director. The niggers were "black britons" and kinda like watto from Phantom menace where speilberg made it into a parody of a jew because he doesnt give a fuck, so there is black mama jama who scolds Brad Pitt and cooks gumbo for her son who rolls like a hennesy drinking gansta rapper and his fat nigger bling sidekick just wants to party. So sure, the moofie could have won the race in pole position but only placed real high, simply because of the POC drag.

Its still good for contempo cine though, in the end you can shake it off and just 'mire ol Brad, still in his prime.

Four and a half car cut scenes to the 90's where Brad Pitt has a golden mullet.