Wonderfully ridiculous.

Not for the faint of mind. A very good existentialist film that is not very likeable.

Well-written.

Almost overcomes Sandler’s natural tendency to be terrible.

95% about racing pedigree, 5% about road cars.

Disturbing classic.

Neal McDonough steals a couple scenes as a well-spoken, superficially noble terrorist psychopath before succumbing to the silliness of everything else in the movie.

Not as clear or concise as the 1962 classic, but still decent compared to similar fare.

Dated documentary.

Witty and zany.