Looking in the rear view mirror, with blinkers on.

Rating: 6/10 (8 February 2020)

How (sort of) the gigantic Ford Motor Company bought itself victory over the tiny Italian company Ferrari at Le Mans in 1966. Heroic warrior/engineer/designer/entrepreneur/drivers Ken Miles and Carroll Shelby (and Miles' wife, who would seem from this to be an android) struggle, mainly with corporate interference, to put one - well, four - over on the Italians. And while it's a stirring tale, they don't play fair, truth be told.
But hey, winning is everything, isn't it. Isn't it?
It says that 15,000 jobs were provided by the production, meaning that the credits are slower than Ken Miles' Le Mans lap record.
To look at the film, 99.9% of those jobs were to white males - well, it was the 1960's. FvsF isn't interested in any socio-economic truths from the 1960's that would get in the way of a nostalgia-fest. (That makes it very old-fashioned).
Not only FvsF a convincing recreation of nearly 60-year-old scenery, venery (look it up) and machinery, it's a convincing recreation of early 1960's corporate and environmental laissez-faire as though that was a really good thing.
Well it was a good thing if you were one of the entitled then, and are so now. I hope you don't watch this film and not realize that times have changed; this is not a story of noble aspirations, it's a story of American industrial might post WWII (and Korea and during Vietnam) trying to recapture the buzz of liberating Europe.
It's a 'good movie', but unimaginative, conservative and derivative. Essentially an uncritical tribute, made by today's equivalent of an industrial behemoth, to a golden age of industrial behemoths that was dying when these events happened. Watch once, don't be indoctrinated, and forget.