Speed Racer is the live-action film of the Japanese cartoon that ran on
Saturday mornings back in the 1960's. You may have heard about it from film
critics, who almost universally crucified the film with poor, patronizing, and
sometimes even downright insulting reviews.
It's all nonsense. There is one way to describe this film in one
single word:
BEAUTIFUL.
Saying that the critics completely missed the point of the adaptation of a
Saturday morning cheesy cartoon would be a gross understatement. They missed
something more vital. They merely miss the joy of cinema, the childish enjoyment
of a film that is made purely to be as much fun as it could possibly be. The
reviews that panned it were only the result of the stirring they felt in the
deep parts of their hardened, blackened hearts, which no longer know why they
liked cinema in the first place; the yearning of the poor souls who no longer
feel any joy in their existence, lashing out in fear of facing their own
emptiness with a thinly disguised pretense of fastidious pomposity and vaporous
sophistication that can not stop the tears when they cried themselves to sleep
after opening night.
This film is made of pure, unadulterated FUN. To borrow a phrase from the
TvTropes page about this film, it runs of high-octane Rule of Cool. It makes no
apologies for anything the original cartoon did, but embraces it and cranks it
up to 11, going farther beyond the impossible than most Saturday morning
cartoons ever did – and it is a LIVE ACTION film, let that sink in for a
minute or two-, throws any pretense of realistic physics or anything other than
technobable to give us the most awesome, over the top racing scenes in cinema
history, and every actor, the entire freaking cast, lets their inner ham run
wild with memorable, hammy line deliveries one after another.
If you ever needed an example that would perfectly show why movie critics
just can't be trusted to find a fun film stuck up their backsides using both
hands, a map, and a compass, this would be it. This film is incredible. My only
regret is having listened to those critics instead of having watched it in the
biggest, loudest cinema I could find, with a bucket of popcorn and tickets for
three consecutive showings.