A sensual and artistic temperament racing movie

Keith 2022-04-22 07:01:02

The Fast and the Furious doesn't need to burn our adrenaline from start to finish. It has its own more unique and beautiful lens language: when Hunter lay on the ground and held the steering wheel to simulate the race in his mind, this very psychedelic image brought me back to Ang Lee's "Taking Woodstock" at once. That unreal carnival night. During this period, Hunter was approached by a strange beauty, and I didn't feel the slightest bit of excitement. Instead, I was annoyed by the interruption of this dreamlike scene.

Surprisingly, such a charming photographic picture runs through the film "Extreme Speed" throughout, and the scenes that make people's eyes shine are all bowed down, as if what they are enjoying at the moment is no longer a movie, but a show of action. A beautiful woman who exudes a strong literary atmosphere.

At the end of the film, Hans's lonely soundtrack ignites the ultimate battle at the Fuji Speedway, and the extremely poetic slow-motion photography sculpts the difficult time before death. In front of the god of death, they have achieved their respective legendary lives that complement each other. This is a beautiful feeling that we have never seen in "The Fast and the Furious".

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  • [last lines]

    Niki Lauda: Of course he didn't listen to me. For James, one world title was enough. He had proved what he needed to prove. To himself and anyone who doubted him. And two years later, he retired. When I saw him next in London, seven years later, me as a champion again, him as broadcaster, he was barefoot on a bicycle with a flat tire, still living each day like his last. When I heard he died age 45 of a heart attack, I wasn't surprised. I was just sad. People always think of us as rivals but he was among the very few I liked and even fewer that I respected. He remains the only person I envied.

  • [first lines]

    Niki Lauda: Twenty five drivers start every season in Formula One, and each year two of us die. What kind of person does a job like this? Not normal men, for sure. Rebels, lunatics, dreamers. People who are that desperate to make a mark, and are prepared to die trying. My name is Niki Lauda, and racing people know me for two things. The first is my rivalry with him.

    [James Hunt]

    Niki Lauda: I don't know why it became such a big thing. We were just drivers busting each other's balls. To me this is perfectly normal, but other people saw in differently. That whatever it was between us went deeper. The other thing I'm remembered for is what happened on 1st August 1976, when I was chasing him like an asshole...