Now I’m no movie critic, but I know a crappy film when I see one. Over the past few years, there have been terrible movies based on young adult novels (sparkling vampires), historical epics (Pearl Harbor), and comic book superheroes (post-Christopher Nolan DC). These are the bad movies. Every once in a while though, you come across a movie that’s so bad, it’s pretty enjoyable. My reference for this are the early Adam Sandler films. But there’s one movie in particular that spits on the spirit of my passion, which is Formula One, and yet still ends up hooking me terribly. That film is Sylvester Stallone’s Driven.
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Unleashed upon the world in 2001, Driven was a film about three stereotypes: a phenomenal young American F1 driver (the hotshot rookie), a retired legend (the real hero), and the best driver in the world (the rude German). And between these three men, there were enough clichés to last an entire Formula 1 season. Then throw in Burt Reynold’s gum-chewing, wheelchair-riding, always-screaming pit manager, Estella Warren’s gorgeous ditz, and Gina Gershon’s less-than-desirable F1 groupie, and you have an extremely unforgettable movie, for all the wrong reasons.
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Sure, the race sequences were thrilling, but hilariously ruined by woody dialogue. The music was generic for a high-speed chase. But man, you have to hand it to Stallone, it was gung-ho American to the end. Think of cheesy, horribly-written 90s popcorn action flicks that you’d watch with your friends so you guys would have something to laugh about, and add really fast cars. That’s “Driven”. It warrants a viewing party because it makes everyone happy, even as a crappy vehicle.
Hi! I’m Alexander Potoczak. I love Formula One, and cars in general. Check out this LinkedIn account if you have time.
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