<\/a><\/p>\n Alex writes about Ford v Ferrari, Knives Out, and 2019 in film.<\/em><\/p>\n There is much to like in Ford v Ferrari: there are laughs, capable filmmakers operating at the height of their capabilities, and Christian Bale giving (possibly) a career-best performance, among other things. It is debatably the greatest dad movie of all time, the Creedence Clearwater Revival of cinema. But beneath all those simple joys lies the thread of artistic push and pull, the thread that quietly runs through all films but louder in this particular picture, the battle between capitalism and the artists who need money to create their art.<\/p>\n This is not stuff you need to look too deeply into Ford v Ferrari to find; it\u2019s quite surficial. After all, a direct descendant of one of the most famous goddamn capitalists of all time is a central character in the film, sitting on the sideline funding our heroes. Ken Miles and Carroll Shelby, Bale and Matt Damon respectively, are the people who need money to do what they love, and they are constantly fighting to keep what they thought had been promised to them as the capitalists try to take it away from them. And, of course, at the heart of it all is a failed corporate takeover, and the desire for one millionaire to humiliate another because of said failure. (Not to mention that in the end, the final finishing order of the Le Mans race is essentially decided by Ford\u2019s marketing department, because marketing departments are the worst.)<\/p>\n As we are constantly reminded of, by reports of grosses and the confusing glee derived from cinematic Jellicle bombs, filmmaking is a business, and from afar it seems the business side of the coin is even more important today than at any time in the past. At this point, it feels as though pretty much the only films a major studio will fund outright are those with the ability to gross $1 billion. Because of this, Ford v Ferrari feels like an outlier in many respects: it feels like a movie that could have been released decades ago and seemed like any other movie, but when released today that same movie somehow feels like a breath of fresh air. It\u2019s a studio movie that features multiple movie stars, a director of pedigree, a murderers\u2019 row of supporting players, and the polished sheen that can only come from a film crew that doesn\u2019t need to pinch pennies too egregiously to tell its human story. These professionals (probably) made their full rate on this picture, and the end result is proof of their collective worth.<\/p>\n At the beginning of the road to Le Mans, Carroll Shelby \u2013 a racer forced to retire for health reasons \u2013 is approached by Ford\u2019s Lee Iacocca to build a car that can beat Ferrari. Shelby is promised many things, like money, his choice of driver and probably some other stuff I\u2019m forgetting, and then throughout most of the movie Shelby has to fight simply to keep what he was promised. When Josh Lucas\u2019 Leo Beebe grows to dislike Shelby\u2019s choice of driver, Shelby has to fight to get Henry Ford II to overrule him. When Ford\u2019s promises turn out to be temporary, Shelby has to perform another gambit to gain Ford\u2019s confidence again, this time driving so fast it makes The Deuce shit himself.<\/p>\n Even once the race starts, the annoyance continues, with Beebe proposing (and Ford approving) a mid-race suggestion that Miles slow down to allow the three Ford cars racing to collectively win in a tie, a once in a lifetime photo and advertising opportunity for the company. This whole process is as frustrating to watch as it reads, and a thrown cup of coffee shows how little patience Shelby has left to deal with it.<\/p>\n Now, I have never made a film for a studio, and I never will. I don\u2019t know what it\u2019s like to work with somebody like 20th<\/sup> Century Fox in an effort to get my creative vision to come to life. But James Mangold sure as shit does. And it\u2019s hard to imagine a scenario where Mangold doesn\u2019t see a little bit of himself in Ken Miles, and just as much in Shelby. Perhaps he sees one of his producers as Shelby, protecting Mangold from all the marketing bullshit that the conglomerate funding the enterprise thinks is a good thing to mention in the middle of production but is, in reality, totes dumb.<\/p>\n \u201cJust let the man drive the metaphorical car, goddammit,\u201d you think, \u201cAnd maybe you\u2019ll win the race.\u201d Interruptions and excessive added notes and the elimination of individuality sure aren\u2019t going to do that.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n This is the part where I remind you of what tends to be forgotten amidst the fog of online reactionary cinematic content: human beings make these films. Craftspeople whose lives are put on hold to tell a story, a story that may or may not be seen by a big audience, a story that might fail in a way that could stop said craftspeople from ever being able to tell another one. Like the film crew behind the scenes, the team of engineers and (insert car job words or whatever) <\/em>are lead by the man whose job it is to handle the person paying them all, a man whose job it is to keep them away from any struggle that has nothing to do with the finished piece of work.<\/p>\n The best scene of Ford v Ferrari comes as Ken is explaining to his son his vision of the perfect lap. Sitting on the edge of his son\u2019s bed, Ken explains how he would navigate the course in a way that would give him the best possible result, even though throughout the scene it somehow feels like the win itself might not matter to him.<\/p>\n The look in Bale\u2019s eye shows just how much Ken cares about achieving this feeling, but the rest of the movie does nothing but reveal how little anybody else around him does. The perfect lap is for the people around you who may or may not notice it, sure, but much more importantly, the perfect lap is for you. The marketing department will take the win away from you, but they can\u2019t take away what they\u2019re too idiotic to recognize as the true success.<\/p>\n Speaking with James Mangold on the Indiewire Toolkit podcast recently, host Chris O\u2019Falt brought up the moment late in the film where Ken comes to the mid-race decision to slow down to appease Ford, a moment that is told entirely through Christian Bale\u2019s facial expressions. Mangold took it from there. (The quote has been cleaned up by me, but the context remains unchanged.)<\/p>\n The moment I shot that take on Christian, I suddenly realized that the movie was going to work. We exist in this crazy universe making movies where you are spending ungodly amounts of money \u2013 whether they\u2019re a lower budget movie or a higher budget movie, one way or another it\u2019s millions of dollars \u2013 on a hunch that something\u2019s going to work. The most beautiful part about the experience of making movies to me, still, on my tenth feature is that moment you know that it\u2019s coming together. The gamble, the alchemy of the actors chosen, the space they\u2019re in at this moment of their lives, the script, the story, the shooting strategy, whatever it is that there\u2019s some alchemy that\u2019s allowing these moments to happen.<\/p>\n I think it was John Huston who had this expression, that you know a great film only really needs three or four great scenes. I\u2019ve always thought about that you know what he\u2019s really saying is that even the greatest films have some mediocre or okay scenes but they have three or four scenes that just kick ass. They lift all boats. I\u2019m always making a movie going \u2018ooh, we caught one. We got one of our four.\u2019 And that moment with Christian was a movie-saving moment because it had to be. He had to catch some kind of magic in a bottle in that moment.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n When you\u2019re somebody like Christian Bale or Matt Damon on set of a big studio film to be released during awards season, you know there\u2019s eventually going to be a digital mountain of conversation about your film, much of it specifically focusing on your work in it. The same is true of Mangold, and in even more niche portions of the internet perhaps Phadon Papamichael. But as long as you enjoyed making it, maybe the rest will turn out okay. If you\u2019re excited about it on set, maybe the process is worth it regardless of the final product.<\/p>\n “At this stage in our careers, we just wanted to have fun,” Damon said to the Hollywood Reporter, while discussing the making of the film. “What we want now more than anything is for people to see it.”<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n This seems about as good of time as any to mention that Ford v Ferrari was one of the last films fully funded by 20th<\/sup> Century Fox before its merger with Disney. The idea had been gestating for a long time \u2013 first with Michael Mann, and then with Joseph Kosinski \u2013 but after James Mangold had turned Logan into a critical and financial success, he convinced Fox to let him take a stab at it. If you listen to Christian Bale tell it, he seems to think the coming merger helped propel Ford v Ferrari into existence: \u201cThe unknown of what was about to happen and who would have a job invoked an attitude of \u2018Let’s go out with a bang!\u2019\u201d the Baleman said, again in the Hollywood Reporter. \u201cThat’s what finally got this movie made. It had been around for a while.\u201d<\/p>\n It seems odd to paint anything owned by Fox as even vaguely heroic, but I suppose that is how unlikeable Disney is. 20th<\/sup> Century Fox has a much more diverse cinematic history than the Mouse House, and watching the latter swallow up the former can\u2019t possibly be good for cinema in the long run. Disney has no history of making films like Bad Times at the El Royale, a 2018 Drew Goddard film that certainly wasn\u2019t great but was at least interesting and creative and distanced itself from the norm. Disney, as we all know, prefers the comfortable inoffensive sameness of a collection of mediocre films to a group of some failures and some mild successes. Losing movies like Fox\u2019s 2016 comedy Mike and Dave Need Wedding Dates is no real loss, but losing the mindset that allows that film to get produced probably is. Where is the home for Ford v Ferrari going forward? Or Fox\u2019s Ad Astra from earlier this year? This, combined with knowing that my ability to re-watch Barton Fink is now controlled by theme park operators, fills me with more than a touch of existential dread for reasons I can\u2019t quite articulate but I know are worth examining.<\/p>\n Over the past year, when I write about movies, I have noticed I tend to dip more into historical analysis of a media figure than any new, specific movie. First Man comes out and I watch every Ryan Gosling film, or become obsessed with Michael Bolton or Keira Knightley for a while, the eventual goal always being to try to explain the genesis of said obsession. A few weeks later I get as close to the answer as I can, and the piece is finished, the obsession fades. And then I realize that my more historical focus lining up with a dearth of the types of modern films I used to write about can\u2019t possibly be a coincidence.<\/p>\n I used to write pieces like today\u2019s more frequently, jumping from film to film like so many cinemas, typically because a piece like this tends to be inspired by seeing four or five new release films in a single day. Writing this sort of essay comes less frequently these days, as do the movie days, and I\u2019m certain these facts are related. Going to five movies in one day is more difficult as the release calendar becomes tailored further and further away from one\u2019s direct interests. But within the last month, it has almost became hard to keep up, even for somebody like myself who is frequently able to hide out in a theatre from noon to midnight on the occasional Wednesday. Dark Waters, 21 Bridges, and (a second viewing of) Honey Boy have been taunting me for weeks, and one of those films is directed by the auteur behind one of my all-time favourite films. The piece you\u2019re currently reading is the direct result of a day seeing Ford v Ferrari, followed by The Report, followed by a rep screening of Who\u2019s That Knocking on My Door? and a few days later catching the quadfecta of Waves, Queen & Slim, Knives Out and A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood. When you sit in a chair for 10 hours watching movies with nothing in between but a brief break for a sandwich, you tend to think about ways those films do or do not connect to one another.<\/p>\n These movie days still exist, they just seem to exist in a more compressed timeline. For some reason that may (or more likely, may not) be founded in logic, movie distributors tend to release films for people like me at this time of the year, because the awards season brings expectations that good movies are being released to people who would rather spend summer days playing Frisbee in the park (or whatever normal people do). Theoretically, though, this must mean some movies get their toes stepped on by others; I can only assume Ford v Ferrari and Knives Out\u2019s separate successes tramples on some money that could have gone to something like A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood. The mid-budget studio film has become tied to the awards season, because the content machine tends to give a movie an extra conversational bump during awards season, because content generator automatons love nothing more than talking nonsense out of the side of their mouths about what will or won\u2019t happen with awards. Adults have come to anticipate they only need to go to the movies for three months a year; this is why me getting anybody in my life to see a May release of Tully last year felt like running a full court press for the entirety of a basketball game. But I saw Tully, loved Tully and (still) want to talk about it constantly. I suppose the real question is: if a film screens in a forest of obscurity, does it eventually get discussed enough to make a sound?<\/p>\n