F1

can u fucking imagine having the hardest fucking race of ur career, drenched in sweat, miserable, pissed at the sport in its entirety and then when you should FINALLY be wrapping up, fucking Brad pitt walks up with a camera crew and u gotta pretend u don’t wanna kill yourself also there was no need for the romance subplot. dumb. stop reducing women in powerful careers to their relationship to a man also also the f1 enjoyer in me really struggled with this film simply because of how goddamn inaccurate it was