Mark Cousins screened this as the final Moviedrome entry, which set expectations the film couldn’t quite meet. It’s hard to fault on craft: natural light, lived-in locations, a real documentary feel. Jeff Bridges is already showing that loose, unhurried screen presence he’d build a career on — you can see why people champion the performance.
The trouble is, I spent most of it watching Junior’s life rather than getting pulled into it. It keeps promising that something bigger is coming, then mostly delivers another episode. The racing is handled well, though it never exactly had me gripping the armrest.
I kept thinking “this is good” without feeling much. Understated and underpowered aren’t the same thing. The film occasionally forgets that.