Rush, last night at home with C Minor. Back in the '70s, I was a proper F1 nerd and James Hunt was my absolute hero. I learned everything I ever knew about drinking, smoking and hard partying from trying to emulate him! The film absolutely encapsulated the man I remember (though I never met him). Nikki Lauda I did meet, though many years later and in a professional capacity. I think he'd mellowed more than somewhat by then.
The film gives a great feel of the excitement of F1 when death was an ever present risk, and it's lovely to see those old cars actually being driven. It's actually quite hard to tell what is old footage, what is CGI and what is recently filmed, though knowledge and logic makes some of it obvious. It was great to see Crystal Palace hosting racing cars again - I was at the very last motor racing meeting (a karting meet) back in 1971, I think.
It's a bloody good film, and brought back many happy memories for me. And it reminded me of the wonderful chemistry Murray Walker and James had in the commentary box some years later. So sad that James died so ignominiously; he deserved a grander fate.
