From the very first minutes, F1 makes it clear that it wants to grab you with the roar of the engines. Starting with Daytona, accompanied by that classic Florida radio station, is a brilliant touch that instantly pulls you into the racing world. Joseph Kosinski proves once again that he knows how to capture speed and danger. Just like in Top Gun: Maverick, he turns the races into an unforgettable visual spectacle. The camera hugs the track, the tires, and the drivers, creating a sense of vertigo rarely seen on screen. It’s not just technique: there’s storytelling in every overtake and every turn. Brad Pitt carries the film with magnetic presence. His character, a veteran with more wrinkles than illusions, works because the actor embraces age instead of hiding it. Watching him behind the wheel conveys both experience and risk. The supporting cast delivers, though it’s clear the film is built around him. The plot isn’t groundbreaking. Familiar tropes are everywhere—from the aging racer to the inevitable rivalries. Yet, the execution, with spectacular staging and relentless rhythm, keeps it all engaging. What matters here is the emotion, the tension of each race, and the adrenaline that spreads to the audience. What stands out is how the film balances spectacle with personal epic. It’s not just cars circling a track: it conveys the sacrifice, solitude, and fleeting glory of the sport. This is big-screen cinema, designed to be felt with booming sound and sheer scale. In the end, F1 doesn’t reinvent the genre, but it raises it to rare heights. It’s a film made to be enjoyed, with sequences that glue you to your seat and with Brad Pitt proving why he’s still a star. A movie that floors the accelerator from the start and never lets up.