Rush (2013)

Rush is a simple film that offers much pleasure. The Formula One rivalry between the cocky, sloppy playboy Brit James Hunt (Chris Hemsworth) and the careful, considered Austrian Niki Lauda (Daniel Brühl) is brought to life in a noisy, exciting way by Ron Howard, who evokes the 1976 Grand Prix season leading up to the all-important final race. 

Period detail of the 1970s is handled well. There’s a colour filter applied that cleverly makes it look how we seem to remember that decade. Fast edits and low angles bring out the maximum drama in a sport that was often surprisingly dull to watch on TV. Howard has the luxury of cramming in all the good bits and omitting all the tedium.

The two leads are both excellent. Hemsworth’s posh English accent is remarkably convincing given that he later came unstuck with his Nantucket accent for In the Heart of the Sea (also directed by Ron Howard). Especially strong is Alexandra Maria Lara as Lauda’s wife. Rarely has a face been so expressive.

I always enjoy biopics. Even when they don't work, they are usually interesting, but this one really does work – and for both protagonists. That said, a decent documentary of the same events would probably be more fascinating. Only one criticism: James Hunt’s wife, played by Olivia Wilde, has a storyline that just peters out – almost as if a scene was cut by mistake.

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