FORD v FERRARI [HD] 20th Century FOX
Academy Award-winners Matt Damon and Christian Bale star in FORD v FERRARI, based on the remarkable true story of the visionary American car designer Carroll Shelby (Damon) and the fearless British-born driver Ken Miles (Bale), who together battled corporate interference, the laws of physics, and their own personal demons to build a revolutionary race car for Ford Motor Company and take on the dominating race cars of Enzo Ferrari at the 24 Hours of Le Mans in France in 1966.
How to Watch : FORD v FERRARI (2019)
Original Title : Ford v Ferrari
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Runtime : 152 min.
Genre : Drama, Action, History
Stars : Matt Damon, Christian Bale, Jon Bernthal, Tracy Letts, Caitriona Balfe, Noah Jupe
American car designer Carroll Shelby and the British-born driver Ken Miles work together to battle corporate interference, the laws of physics, and their own personal demons to build a revolutionary race car for Ford Motor Company and take on the dominating race cars of Enzo Ferrari at the 24 Hours of Le Mans in France in 1966.
The True Story of ‘Ford v Ferrari’
In “Ford v Ferrari,” Christian Bale and Matt Damon play auto racing legends who team up to do the impossible: help the Ford motor company defeat Ferrari in the grueling 24 Hours of Le Mans race. But what’s the true story of “Ford v Ferrari?” Historian Ken Gross says Ford’s team, including Carroll Shelby and Ken Miles, developed the Ford GT40, a powerful car that could go toe-to-toe with Ferrari’s models.
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It would be a shame if “Ford v Ferrari” were to attract an audience composed of no one but motorheads. The title doesn’t help. In some countries, the movie is being released as “Le Mans ’66,” which isn’t much better. It’s undeniable that cars, or discussions of cars, feature in almost every scene, and that one car is pushed so close to its limits that its wheels, inside their rims, glow like the heart of a forge; yet this is not, in essence, an automotive film. It’s a film about pride—about being as proud of your own flesh and blood as you are of your metal machines, and about the craziness that flares up whenever pride gets hurt.
Exhibit A: the face of Henry Ford II (Tracy Letts). It’s the mid-nineteen-sixties, and we’ve just seen Enzo Ferrari (Remo Girone), in his Italian stronghold, brusquely reject a takeover bid from Ford. The bad news is brought back to the boss. Told of Ferrari’s insults, he doesn’t flinch—not, that is, until the final jab, as reported by an underling: “You’re not Henry Ford. You’re Henry Ford II.” That does it. That hits home. His expression is that of every favored child, through the ages, who has inherited a shining crown and fears, deep down, that he doesn’t deserve it. He is the prince, stuck in the shadow of the king and seeking to cast his own light. Letts, who as a performer and a playwright has grown scarily wise to the embodiments of power, tightens his features and sets his jaw. His eyes, as hard as stones, are a declaration of war.
Battle is to be joined on the racetrack at Le Mans. Ferrari, who has won the fabled twenty-four-hour race four times in the past five years, must and will be dethroned. No pressure. To that end, Ford brings in Carroll Shelby (Matt Damon), who was a co-driver in the Aston Martin that won Le Mans in 1959, and who will now attend to the birth of a new vehicle, specifically designed to be a Ferrari-whipper. And Shelby, in turn, will bring in Ken Miles (Christian Bale), who is swifter than any other driver on the circuit and more stubborn than is good for him. Think of him as the world’s quickest mule.
“Ford v Ferrari” is directed by James Mangold, and it may be his strongest film. Since his début, “Heavy” (1995), he’s been drawn toward abrasion—to the talent, or the weakness, that people have for rubbing against each other. Of late, in his Marvel offerings, “The Wolverine” (2013) and “Logan” (2017), such emotional roughness has coarsened into raw violence, and I’m glad to say that, in the new movie, balance is restored; the rub goes on, primarily between Shelby and Miles, and sparks keep flying, but there are moments of surprising quietude. When Miles is informed that he won’t be driving at Le Mans in 1965, on the ground that, as one company executive puts it, he’s “not a Ford man,” he doesn’t ignite. He nods, accepts the decision, and stays in America, tinkering with engines, and listening to the race on the radio. Inside, of course, his soul is revving up, fuelled by the humiliation. His time will come.
Bale is a cussed and calculating actor, yet he’s never been more likable than he is here—an irony to relish, since the character he plays makes so little effort to be liked. Miles is a Brit, from the fringe of Birmingham, with an accent of impermeable glumness. Chin up, mouth down: the basic demeanor of the mutinous. The idea of his obeying corporate strategy at Ford, let alone taking on the mighty glamour of Ferrari, is itself an excellent joke. (Shelby, played by Damon at his most chipper, is more pliable. Being a Texan, though, and rarely hatless, he is anything but a pushover.) Mangold adds an unexpected grace note, for Miles has a wife, Mollie (Caitriona Balfe), and a son, Peter (Noah Jupe), both of whom he adores. Indeed, the three of them constitute what will be, for current moviegoers, a bewildering rarity: the non-sappy happy family. Next