There are whole worlds out there that I had no idea existed or no idea of the complexities involved. One of those worlds is racing and specifically the F1. I know it exists, the basic rules, even many of the races and racers. However, I know very little about its history or the people that shaped. Well, today I take steps to fix that with a look at the life of Juan Manuel Fangio.
So to set the scene, we open in on Balcarce, Argentina as a voice-over lets us know how specialised being a top F1 racer is. It is here where we get a sense of just who this Juan Manuel Fangio is and the power his legacy has over the sport and racing in general. We start back in 1941 at the height of the WW2 where tiers were hard to come by, but he scraped it together and in 1947 was sent to Europe in Galliate, Italy which became his European base as he raced around the world.
TL;DR – A very erotic look at the past and what choices led us to where we are and where we could have been
Score – 3.5 out of 5 stars
Post-Credit Scene – There is no post-credit scene
So when you blindly pick from a film festival line up without researching
anything about films you are about to see, there are some interesting choices
that you could end up watching. For me, it was sitting down at watching what
might be the most erotic film I have ever seen in a cinema. Like I don’t think
you could show this film on late night SBS. But while there is that component
it was also a look at what could have been.
So to set the scene, Ocho (Juan Barberini) is an Argentinean poet now living in
New York. After reaching the end of a 20-year long relationship he has decided
to take a short vacation to Barcelona after having to do some work in Madrid.
While looking out the balcony of his Airbnb he notices Javi (Ramon Pujol)
walking by in his Kiss shirt and well
one thing leads to another (this might be the most glossed over of details
sentence that I have ever written in a review). But as they are talking Ocho
discovers that this is not the first time they have met.