Ferrari review – fast cars, slow storytelling from Michael Mann

<span>Photograph: Lorenzo Sisti</span>
Photograph: Lorenzo Sisti

It’s a film full of seductively curvaceous, lipstick-red sports cars tearing through the Italian countryside, with a side helping of explosively passionate marital discord. And this undeniably handsome 1957-set biopic of Enzo Ferrari (Adam Driver), former racing driver and now the owner of a car company on the brink of financial collapse, is directed by Michael Mann, a film-maker who, with pictures such as The Insider, Ali and Miami Vice, has a proven knack for propulsive, high stakes dramas. Which is why it’s surprising that so much of the storytelling here putters along like a two-stroke moped struggling up a hill. For all the teeth-rattling racing shots, the camera peering over the drivers’ shoulders as the road turns into a blur of asphalt, this is a film that seems rather bogged down in other, less exciting stuff, such as discussions of mergers, visits to the bank and the tantalising hint of accounting anomalies.

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Part of the problem is that Driver, in his second performance as an Italian business patriarch after 2021’s House of Gucci, is a curiously muted and bloodless presence at the heart of the film. And the drivers – played by Gabriel Leone, Jack O’Connell and Patrick Dempsey, among others – are thumbnail sketches, making it hard to get invested in the question of who, if any, will wipe out. However, a terrific Penélope Cruz makes up for the lack of colour with her enjoyably strident turn as Ferrari’s permanently furious wife, Laura. She stomps through the film with a handbag stuffed full of cash and long-nurtured grudges, occasionally pausing to unload her revolver into the wall to emphasise a point.

  • In cinemas from 26 December