Film review – Rush

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Arguably the greatest triumph of Rush is its portrayal of Niki Lauda, whose superhuman recovery after a near fatal crash at the Nürburgring in August 1976 is laid bare in sometimes gruesome detail. It’s during those moments in hospital the audience is offered a more human side to Lauda’s previously steely character, and a dimension not often seen in cinema. This was, after all, a true story, and Lauda’s pain during treatment was real.

So convincing is Daniel Brühl’s Austrian accent and matter-of-factly tone, even Lauda himself was blown away when he witnessed the German actor at work. “Shit! That’s really me.” Was his reaction.

Directed by Ron Howard, Rush covers events leading up to, during and after the 1976 Formula 1 World Championship, which witnessed a titanic battle between Ferrari's Lauda and the oh-so-British McLaren driver James Hunt, played by Chris Hemsworth.

The film has had its fair share of hype over the last few years, boosted by tantalisingly short trailers that were as loud as they were beautiful, and which sought to tickle the fancy of a wider audience.

Rush is a feast for the eyes and ears – and beautifully recreates the 1970s. Credit: Newspress

Much of the excitement surrounding Rush was stirred by the motoring media, whose appetite for Formula 1 on the big screen only increased after the documentary-film Senna. Howard even made an appearance on Top Gear earlier this year to promote his latest creation. Not that he needed to.

Rush cleverly hooks the motor racing enthusiast with down-low camera angles, astonishingly brutal sounds and of course pukka, period Formula 1 metal, but in its humorous dialogue, the tragic love affairs of Hunt and the intriguingly awkward and seemingly friendless Lauda, there is something else for others to latch onto.

You'll never look at Niki Lauda in the same way after watching Rush. Credit: Newspress

This is the aforementioned human element and it was surprising how great an effect it had, on me at least. I may have turned into one massive goosebump during the final race at the Fuji Speedway in Japan, such was the glorious intensity of it all. But I remember the scene with Lauda attempting to pull his crash helmet over his burnt scalp in far more detail, simply because it affected me that much more.

Perhaps if Hunt was still alive today, Howard and his team could have extracted a bit more of his character and applied it to the script, which generally portrays him in somewhat two-dimensional form. Lauda, by contrast, sparkles in 3D and quite unexpectedly to me, becomes the real hero. 

Quick drive – Honda NSX

Does the Honda NSX live up to it reputation? Yes – in more ways than one. Credit: Newspress

The Millbrook Proving Ground’s Hill Route has everything you need to explore a car’s handling talents. Hairpin bends, off-camber sweepers, double apexes and even a jump or two – they’re all contained within four miles of delicious asphalt.

And on this particular occasion in 2012, I had an automotive icon at my disposal: the Honda NSX.

Built from 1990 to 2005, Honda’s mid-engined supercar took the fight to Ferrari’s 348 and boasted 270bhp at launch from its screaming three-litre V6. The year 1997 saw power increase to 290bhp, and a facelift in 2002 dropped the famous, pop-up headlamps for more modern fixed items, among other things.

Five- and six-speed manual gearboxes were available, although my test hack – owned by Honda UK – had the infinitely less desirable four-speed slush ‘box.

I’ll be honest, the auto robbed a touch of my enthusiasm, but it proved a positive addition in some respects as I was able to focus on things other than changing gear, and appreciate them more deeply.

The steering, for instance, is surprisingly light and dead around the straight ahead, but – coming from a time before speed sensitive power assistance – it gets purposefully heavier when you’re into the meat of the lock and that’s when your confidence grows. It reminded me of my grandad’s MkII Golf GTi, in fact.

The NSX may have been developed by Ayrton Senna, back then a McLaren Honda Formula 1 driver, but some have found it difficult to extract the maximum from the chassis when you’re really pushing. I can understand why. That mid-engined layout makes the nose incredibly pointy, but the rear is not always willing to follow, meaning opposite lock is never far away.

Fun? Absolutely. Fast? Nope. There’s a reason Senna was so spectacularly sideways during much of those Suzuka on boards…

Given my conveyance had been completely restored by Honda UK, and there was something of an on-track speed limit to abide by (yes, really), I wasn’t going to take liberties behind the wheel.

But there was one moment (captured in the video below at around the 2min 40sec mark), where a quick change of direction downhill made the rear step out ever so slightly, requiring the slightest straightening of the wheel to counteract it. Going at three times the speed, I imagine that yaw effect increasing likewise.

Having never driven a NSX before, I fantasised about what its V6 went and sounded like. I wasn’t far off, although it’s amazing how leisurely 270bhp now feels. The next Honda Civic Type-R is rumoured to develop more than that from its two-litre four!

Unsurprisingly, it’s the way the engine revs that defines it, rather than absolute power. There isn’t the zizzy-zingyness found in today’s best engines, but Honda’s three-litre V6 is still a masterpiece, its internals revolving faster and faster – seemingly without end or concern for integrity – while a fantastically deep induction note emanates from somewhere ahead of your feet.

The NSX may not be the most powerful supercar in the world, and never was, but it’s still got that almost bespoke feel that separates it from most other cars on the road. With a relatively high driving position and massive, angled dashboard made of a little too much black plastic, it definitely feels like a product of 1990s. But thanks to what lies under the skin, it is far from your average Honda.  

Gearbox and all, I came away utterly satisfied that it was – and still is – the real deal.

See the video of this drive at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3cWZsLUpzCo. Please excuse the banter with the Honda PR chap.

Ford's Fiesta gets 'boosted

Downsizing. Whatever you think of it, it’s happening in a car near you. W12s have been replaced by V8 biturbos, V8s usurped by straight-sixes, and four-pots kicked into touch by three-cylinder motors. 

The latter aren’t anything new in cars; smart has been using them for years.  But Ford’s new one-litre, three-cylinder Ecoboost engine has really captured the imaginations of the motoring press and car buyers alike.

The three-cylinder unit looks tiny, even in the Fiesta's bay.

I spent a day with the white Ford Fiesta you see here, complete with Americanised and really rather hideous facelifted grille, as my own MkII Focus was undergoing testing for a water leak. That’s another story altogether, but this misfortune gave me the chance to try one of the cars of the moment.

The best thing about the 79bhp Ecoboost engine is the noise. At full throttle, it’s like listening to a Porsche’s straight-six several rooms away, but with a more bubbly back beat. Unlike the Fiesta’s old 1.25 and 1.4 engines with four-cylinders, there is much ear candy to gain from letting the Ecoboost motor spin up to the redline. It really is quite magnificent, and kids you into thinking you’re going faster than you really are.

The Fiesta’s Ecoboost engine is also super frugal. An A-road cruise in light traffic delivered just over 50mpg, far worse traffic only cutting that by 10mpg. And a faster run down the A2 at around 50mph saw the UK’s biggest selling car breach the 60mpg barrier. You’d be happy with that in a diesel powered car, and again, I never got near that in my old 1.4 Fester.

The Fiesta's cabin is generally OK, but can't dampen the three-pot's tune.

The only gripe I have with Ford’s new wonderchild relates to its refinement. Granted my courtesy car had only covered 750 miles and it’s running-in period will have been almost non existent.  But I really expected better. It’s noisy on start-up and jiggles your seat at idle. And my test car’s engine gave off a very strange reverberation at 2,500rpm on the overrun.  

But still, general impressions were very positive indeed.

Downsizing? It’s not all bad.

A Week For That?!

These temporary lights have been the bane of my life this week.

Much has been said about the way private companies carry out roadworks in the UK – the vast majority of it immensely negative. There has also been talk over a number of years about making roadworks more time efficient, as well as safer with better signposting and more clearly visible company contact details and so on. 

But from where I’ve been sitting this week – in my all too stationary car, waiting for temporary traffic lights to turn green so I can go to work – very little has changed. Work on seemingly small sites still takes forever, and the bigger the site, the more months companies need.

To my mind, there is a fundamental problem with how these companies and their employees go about work. Let me give you an example. The picture above was taken at 8:50am on a Friday, and as you can see, there isn’t a worker in sight. Why is that, exactly? There should be a swarm of blokes in high-vis jackets drilling and hammering away. And they should have been there at the crack of dawn, trying to get the work done before rush hour really kicks off.

The chaos these roadworks have caused in the surrounding area is truly unbelievable. They’re on the A232 on the edge of Wallington in Surrey, and each morning and evening, every possible rat run is teeming with cars, their drivers trying to escape the glut of metal on their usual route. As you can see from the picture, I've long given up on finding a faster alternative route – there just isn't one. Safer roadworks you say? How about getting the job done quicker so those behind the wheel aren’t forced to use narrow side roads in built-up areas, where pedestrians are more easily obscured.

The 20- to 30-minute delays these particular roadworks have caused have been going on for a week. And I wouldn’t mind that so much if a new bridge was being installed or new tarmac being laid, but there’s only a hole in the road about four metres long. What could possibly be going on down there that requires so many working days to fix? Of course, I call them working days, but then no employee seems to be at this site on time…

Sorry for the rant, but when I hear about what goes on in Germany where companies are prepared to work through the night to get any type of job done, it makes me wonder why firms digging up our soil can’t be like that.

Being The Victim

My Focus' damaged wing mirror without its plastic cover.

Recently, I was the victim of a crime. A crime, I suspect, many car owners have suffered. Tucked up in bed on a frosty night, I heard an almighty crack outside, followed by the skittering of what sounded like plastic on tarmac and then a hastily stoked engine. Something inside my brain somehow recognised it as the sound of two wing mirrors coming together, but another part of my onboard computer – the lazy side – was in denial the commotion outside could possibly involve my car. And so I went back to sleep.

Of course, after waking up the next morning, the reality of the situation hit me like a slap across the face, and I cursed myself for not jumping out of bed and peeping through the curtains, to see just what exactly had gone on in the night.

Up on the kerb across from my house, my Ford’s driver’s side wing mirror looked, well, odd. Relieved of its Sea Grey cover, the ugly, black, hole strewn plastic innards were exposed. And things got worse lower down – the indicator lense strip had vanished, leaving the orange indicator bulb dangling in the air, and the black plastic body which attaches to the car was askew and shard like. Bollocks!

Quickly dressed and muttering yet more expletives, I wandered across to my car, the victim, and surveyed the damage at close quarters. This didn’t help things, nor my mood. Then I noticed my car’s body coloured wing mirror cover lying in the gutter, completely in tact. The indicator strip was nearby, although hadn’t fared so lucky and was cracked badly.

And then I spotted the perpetrator’s mirror glass, smashed but still within its surprisingly small frame. Evidence. I even managed to recover the criminal’s manual mirror adjuster springs, which had obviously shot out of their mounts on impact. More evidence. And so began my fruitless prowling to catch the bastard that defaced my car. I live on a quiet and rather lovely housing estate, so I figured I had a good chance of finding the vehicle, but sadly, it was not to be.

Removing this tweeter speaker exposed the wing mirror bolts.

Out of this whole sorry episode, small consolation came in the form of pure, unbelievable luck. After being quoted a ridiculous £217 for a complete new wing mirror unit from Ford, and trawling eBay without a satisfying result – I didn’t fancy paying £55 for an aftermarket item that may or may not look the same as the passenger side OE wing mirror – as I last resort, I tried Gumtree. Tapping in the area I wanted to search, almost immediately popped up an ad for a complete and fully functioning, driver’s side wing mirror for a facelifted Ford Focus II. It had a silver cover but that didn’t matter because I could just swap it for mine which had somehow survived its brush with death. Best of all, this replacement was going for just £30.

This connector plug was a bugger to take out of its socket.

A seedy meeting with the seller three days later, and two hours of labour (it would have been 45 minutes had I not dropped a connecting plug into the door, necessitating the door card’s removal to extract it), and I had a car with two, fully formed ears again.

What have I learned from all of this? Firstly, that you should always tuck your car’s wing mirrors in, no matter how quiet the road you’ve parked on looks, and that you should never trust your neighbours. If indeed that is who got too close to my pride and joy. I also discovered, much to my surprise, that salvage companies aren’t that cheap – the best online quote I received for a complete Focus II mirror was £52. And I had no clue what it looked like.

Replacement wing mirror fitted, complete with old Sea Grey cover.

But perhaps the most shocking revelation of all, is that I am completely powerless to bring this criminal to justice – because that’s what they are, after all. I had the time and date the collision happened (about 4am on January 16 2013), I had evidence in the form of the wing mirror and adjusting springs, but no car or indeed motorbike, and no driver to pin them to.

I’ve put it all behind me now, though, and on a plus note I’ve learned another DIY job on my car, potentially saving me precious beer tokens in future. But not too soon, I hope, as there aren’t any replacement OE wing mirrors on Gumtree right now.