Redemption at 300km/h

'F1: THE MOVIE': A LOVE LETTER

- Thami Kwazi

First, a confession: I am an unapologetic F1 fanatic. I clear my Sundays for the Grand Prix, fingers flying over X, fists clenched at every hairpin bend and podium upset. So when I heard about F1: The Movie, starring the eternally suave Brad Pitt, pictured bottom, and the sharply charismatic Damson Idris (yes, Franklin from Snowfall), pictured top, my engines were revving.

This movie is more than just a glitzy Hollywood thrill ride—it's a full-throttle love letter to the sport.

For those of us who know our understeer from oversteer and obsess over tyre compounds, this is not just entertainment—it's validation.

Before diving into the plot, let me tell you how real this love for F1 gets. I once tore through laps in a Lamborghini and a Ferrari at Jarred Welby-Cook's racetrack set-up at the Stoneridge Centre.

Nothing beats that heart-pounding, tunnel-vision adrenaline, but it was the F1 simulator—complete with vibrating steering, bucket seats and realistic tracks—that humbled me.