Volkswagen.
Jeep.
Hyundai.
I'm not entirely sure if these car companies are
based on some eccentric automotive legend or not, but either way, I don't
really give a shit (though Mr. Hyundai sounds remotely intriguing). Regardless,
these are the (imaginary?) dudes I've rolled with in my illustrious
two-and-a-half decade driving career, which when put into Google translate,
comes out to he doesn't know anything about cars and/or doesn't have a good
job.
And that's totally......fair.
But better than fair, perhaps even far better,
would be James Mangold's latest biopic, Ford v. Ferrari. Seen with an old man
(and an old kid) after Midway (of all movies!) was sold out, this Matt Damon
and Christian Bale...wait for it...vehicle...was an absolute crowd-pleaser. And
I should know, because I was sitting in the very back corner of the theater and
could see absolutely EVERYONE.
[if we didn't split up, we were going to leave...and I couldn't let that happen]
After a hilariously failed bid to buy Ferrari,
Henry Ford II (hereby referred to as The Deuce) angrily assembles a team to
build, and I quote, the best motherf--kin' racecar in the history of this motherf--kin' planet, goddammit. Fine, he
didn't say that, but it wouldn't have been the first artistic liberty taken, I
can assure you.
Anyhow, The Deuce's team comprises of some men
whose gib have cuts that are quite likable, namely Carroll Shelby (Matt Damon)
and Ken Miles (Christian Bale). These two guys, kind of the Cousin Larry and
Balki Bartokomous of the automotive industry, are tasked with designing a
racecar that can win LeMans, the highly prestigious twenty-four hour road race.
