If you showed me Rush
cold, without knowing who the director was, I don’t think I’d have ever guessed
Ron Howard. Depicting the true life 1970’s rivalry between Formula 1
drivers James Hunt and Niki Lauda, Rush marks
a dramatic stylistic evolution for Howard. After all the Dan Brown adaptations, I was admittedly
losing interest in Howard’s choice of subject matter. With Rush, Howard has grabbed my attention.

Howard gives equal time to both Hunt (Thor’s Chris Hemsworth) and Lauda, played hypnotically by Daniel Brühl (Inglorious Basterds). The contrast between
these two is fascinating and compelling. Hunt is the golden god, who does
everything with effortless prowess. Lauda is more internal, more pedantic and
exact. His brain is relentlessly focused on improving his chances on the track.
Both men are equally driven with an obsessive need to be the best in Formula 1 –
both are also equally aware of the fact that death is right there with them on
every lap of the track.
Formula 1 isn't as huge of a sport in the states as it is in
the rest of the world. So you might be tempted to skip Rush, dismissing racing as tedious and
dull. That would be a huge mistake. Rush
is a sensational drama about two very different men, each cavalierly risking
life and limb in the pursuit of something that must be proved – to the world
and to themselves. To have such an engaging duel wrapped up in such an
amazingly well made film elevates rush to can’t miss status. There's been renewed action on Howard's long-gestating quest to turn Stephen King's Dark Tower books into a series of films. After seeing Rush, I'm hoping more than ever that the movie gods see fit to let Howard take them out and open up the throttle. He's a driver at the peak of his game.
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