F1 The Movie (2025): What Stayed With Me After Watching It
A personal reflection, not a review
It started, as many unexpected things do, with my daughter.
We share a YouTube feed — a chaotic blend of her pop music and my own carefully filtered selections to keep things from going stale — and one morning the soundtrack for F1 appeared. Hans Zimmer. That name alone is enough to make me pause mid‑breakfast. My daughter perked up too, because the playlist also included a few pop songs she liked. So we listened together while eating breaky, each of us drawn in for different reasons.
The soundtrack was good. Surprisingly good. Good enough that, even while sick after a short holiday in Yamanashi, I decided to watch the movie itself. And even more surprising: I watched it in one sitting. Lately I’ve been stopping halfway through films — life, fatigue, or simply boredom — but F1 held me all the way.
This isn’t a movie review. I’m not a critic. It’s a sports film about racing, Brad Pitt is in it, and the soundtrack is solid. That’s all the “review” you’ll get from me.
What I can share is the impression that stayed with me afterward.
Not the Reasons You’d Expect
You might think I enjoyed the movie because of the music. I just wrote an article about how music can make a film, after all. But no — this isn’t Pirates of the Caribbean or Man of Steel. The main theme is memorable, but the rest of the score sits quietly in the background. So that wasn’t it.
You might think I’m a racing fanatic or a Brad Pitt fan. Again, no. I enjoy racing movies, sure, but that wasn’t the hook. And if Brad Pitt smiles too widely these days, I worry his face might crack from the strain. Plastic surgery — nuff’ said.
What surprised me was something simpler, and honestly, something I didn’t expect to notice at all.
The movie just… told a story.
There weren’t any lectures or heavy messaging. There was no sense that I was being nudged, corrected, or diminished.
It felt like a film from 15 or 20 years ago — the kind you could watch without bracing yourself for a theme you didn’t sign up for. The cast was diverse, the roles balanced, and the story stayed focused on the story. That’s all.
And the fact that I even noticed this — that I felt relieved by it — surprised me more than anything in the movie itself.
Where has this Hollywood been hiding?
The Sunset That Stayed With Me
There was one more thing that lingered after the credits: a quiet motif about chasing sunsets.
It wasn’t loud or obvious. More like a soft undercurrent running beneath the engines and the drama. But it caught me.
Chasing a sunset — is that hopeful or sad?
Is it reaching for something beautiful before it slips away?
Or running after something you can never quite catch?
I’m not sure. Maybe it’s both. Maybe that’s why it stayed with me.
Maybe chasing sunsets is simply trying to hold onto the light a little longer, even when you know it’s going to fade.
And maybe that’s enough.
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