Motorsport movies have a lousy track record, so it's not surprising that Driven
joins the ranks of previous race-car clunkers like Grand Prix
, Le Mans
, Bobby Deerfield
and Days of Thunder
. To varying degrees, all of these films offer spectacular racing footage (especially Le Mans
), but what is surprising is that Driven
was written by its star and co-producer Sylvester Stallone, who shows virtually no sign of the talent that created Rocky
over a quarter-century earlier. Under the tepid direction of Renny Harlin, this superficial speedfest fulfils its primary obligation--the racing sequences are adequately exciting, despite the Cuisinart editing and a glaring lack of kinetic continuity. But whenever this adrenaline-pumped drama gets off the track, well... let's just say it's a hybrid of Top Gun
and Days of Thunder
, but makes those Tom Cruise vehicles look masterful by comparison.
Stallone's a retired Grand Prix champion, called back into action by his disabled crew chief (Burt Reynolds) to boost the career of a hotshot driver (Kip Pardue) who's trailing a German ace (charismatic Til Schweiger) in the current 20-race season. The female contingent consists of a reporter (Stacy Edwards, too talented for this tripe) who's writing about "male domination in sports"; Stallone's embittered, remarried ex-wife (Gina Gershon, parodying her bitchy persona); and the requisite kewpie doll (Estella Warren) who comes between Boy Wonder and the reigning champ. It's airhead melodrama all the way, so you'd better enjoy the breakneck racing scenes--including a ludicrous prototype-racer joyride through downtown Chicago--or you'll blow a piston on your sprint to the bad-movie finish line. --Jeff Shannon, Amazon.com
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