Screen Scene with John Heal

F1 is a film that races with undeniable style, but not always with equal substance. What begins as a sleek portrait of speed and ambition occasionally veers into familiar territory, yet still finds moments of surprising resonance. Beneath the roar of engines lies a story that wants to probe obsession, rivalry, and the cost of glory—even if it doesn’t always reach the emotional depth it aims for.

The cinematography captures the visceral thrill of Formula 1 with impressive immediacy. Tight cockpit shots, sweeping trackside frames, and sun-glared asphalt create an atmosphere of relentless motion. The editing mirrors the sport itself—fast, sharp, and unforgiving—though at times it sacrifices clarity for adrenaline.

Performances are committed, with the lead exuding charisma and drive, but the script doesn’t always give the characters the nuance they deserve. Dialogue tends toward efficiency, often servicing exposition rather than texture. Where the film succeeds most is in its sense of spectacle: the sound design and score generate a pulse that keeps the audience tethered, even when the narrative drifts.

The pacing, while energetic, falters midway, with a second act that stretches thin before finding traction again. The ending lands with impact, but not with the kind of emotional clarity that lingers long after.

If there’s a flaw, it’s that F1 never fully decides whether it wants to be a character study or a crowd-pleasing sports epic. In trying to be both, it sometimes underdelivers on each. Still, the craft and intensity on display make it worth the ride.

Cinematography: 4.5/5

Score: 3.5/5

Plot: 3/5

Dialogue: 3/5

Pacing: 3/5

Ending: 3.5/5

Overall: 3.5/5