Film

Winning

Name: Winning
Genre: Action, Drama
Released: 1969
Cast: Paul Newman, Joanne Woodward, Robert Wagner, Richard Thomas, David Sheiner

Sports drama

A 1969 sports drama about a racing driver's obsession with winning the Indianapolis 500, and what that hunger costs him at home. Paul Newman is magnetic as a man chasing glory while his marriage fractures around him. It's less about racing than about ambition's collateral damage—a character study wrapped in speed and testosterone, for anyone who loves Newman or stories about people who want things too much.

TMDb rating

3.0

Should you watch it?

Watch it if you like racing films where the engine noise matters less than the man behind the wheel, and a marriage is strained as hard as any tire.

Skip it if you want the track to dominate, since the racing shares space with a domestic story that often slows down between laps and makes the film feel long.

What it asks of you: Two hours and change of patience: the race scenes arrive in bursts, and the quieter stretches ask you to sit with arguments at the kitchen table.

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Jean-Luc Godard's film about a man who abandons his marriage for passion and the open road. It's gorgeously composed and deeply weird, exploring how desire can unravel a life.

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A Place in the Sun1951

Montgomery Clift as a man torn between ambition and love, willing to betray everything he cares about to climb. It's a moral tragedy about wanting the wrong thing, shot with real beauty.

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