Film

Grand Prix

Name: Grand Prix
Genre: Drama, Action
Released: 1966
Cast: James Garner, Eva Marie Saint, Yves Montand, Toshirō Mifune, Brian Bedford

John Frankenheimer's motor-racing epic throws Cinerama cameras onto the track itself, strapping you into cockpits at genuinely alarming speed while a tangle of drivers, wives and mechanics work through ambition, fear and infidelity in the pit lane. It's gorgeous, overlong, occasionally soapy, and the racing footage still hasn't been topped. Best for widescreen enthusiasts and anyone who wants to feel their stomach drop at 150mph.

TMDb rating

7.3

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