Le Mans: All Action and No Story

By 1970, Steve McQueen was one of the biggest movie stars in the world. He was a leading man throughout the 1960’s in films like The Thomas Crown Affair, The Sand Pebbles and The Cincinnati Kid. But ask anyone on the street to name a McQueen film, and nine out of ten will say Bullitt.

They will. It’s science. Don’t argue with science.

Intense intensity. Or maybe concentrated concentration?

Intense intensity. Or maybe concentrated concentration?

A well-made cop drama, Bullitt is best known for a nearly eleven-minute car chase throughout San Francisco. It’s an iconic scene, revolutionary for the time, and one that has influenced the action film genre ever since.

Again, science.

So if Steve McQueen racing around in a 1968 Ford Mustang in a single chase scene is great, then a whole film built around McQueen, fast cars, and racing should be mind-blowingly awesome, right?

While science might suggest so, in this case science is wrong. Le Mans proves it.

Car porn!

Car porn!

McQueen, a racing enthusiast, decided, in 1970, to make a movie about the 24-hour endurance race that takes place annually at the Le Mans circuit in France. It wasn’t the worst idea. Grand Prix, another racing film, and one which McQueen turned down the starring role in, had been a big hit a few years before. It picked up three Academy Awards.

Grand Prix however had John Frankenheimer in the director’s chair, and James Garner, Toshiro Mifune, Yves Montand, and Eva Marie Saint in front of the camera. Le Mans had… well, Steve McQueen. And some European actors. And a lot of cars.

Le Mans as a movie concept is a great idea. Based around a single race rather than a season-long competition, it should have allowed plenty of time to get in some rich characterization and plot depth. Instead it’s as dull as dishwater.

To put it simply, one guy wins and everyone else loses. That’s that. There are a few crashes, a pretty girl, and… yeah. One guy wins and everyone else loses. There’s nothing else.

This is what happens when you spill hot coffee while driving.

This is what happens when you spill hot coffee while driving.

Don’t believe me? OK, then. Please allow me to dissect what passes for plot of Le Mans.

Steve McQueen plays race car driver Michael Delaney. The previous year at Le Mans he was in a wreck with another driver, and the other driver died. Delaney is haunted by this? Sad? Angry? It’s hard to say, as McQueen’s expression rarely changes from one of intense concentration or, maybe, concentrated intensity.

Lisa Belgetti (Elga Andersen), the widow of the driver Delaney killed, shows up looking wan and pretty and oh-so-’70s. Seriously, if you like your mascara thick and dark, you’re in luck. Delaney avoids her at first. He’s probably wondering how long a mourning period lasts in Europe, and if it’s too soon to make a move on her. One of her husband’s old teammates evidently thinks a year has been long enough, though, because he asks her if she wants coffee.

And he has that look. You know the one. The one that says “coffee” means “sex.”

Lose yourself in those eyes. And then climb back out using the mascara as a ladder.

Lose yourself in those eyes. And then climb back out using the mascara as a ladder.

Lisa knows that look and gives him the brush-off. Poor race car driver probably went off and consoled himself with a bevy of groupies and a few bottles of Dom Perignon. That he opened with a platinum corkscrew.

Another racer, one of Delaney’s teammates, tells his wife he’s going to quit after this race. That line of dialogue makes him the most well-developed character in the movie. Having a single defining trait puts him well ahead of everyone else in terms of characterization.

The race begins and we slide into some heavy-duty car porn. It is here that Le Mans shines, such that it does. The racing scenes are incredible, some of the best ever put to film. There’s a plethora of actual Le Mans footage as the movie crew filmed during the June, 1970 event.

There's a lot of this in the movie. A lot.

There’s a lot of this in the movie. A lot.

As the film unspools, the race becomes a fight between the Ferrari team and the Porsches. A Ferrari skids on the damp track, and a second Ferrari has a spectacular crash seconds later. Then Delaney loses control and crashes out of the race as well. This is so important that it’s shown the first time, as it happens, and then again as Delaney relives it in slow-motion.

Out of the race, Delaney spends his time with the widow Belgetti.

When one of the other Porsches is brought in for repairs, the team manager switches out drivers. The driver who wanted to quit gets an early retirement so that Delaney can drive. Which, sure, he’s the star of the film, but he’s also the guy who keeps wrecking his car every year. I wouldn’t trust him with a used Yugo, much less a Porsche 917.

Delaney holds off the Ferrari, allowing yet another Porsche to win and that’s the climax. Delaney gives a two-fingered salute to the Ferrari driver, then he and the widow Belgetti give each other knowing looks. The kind of looks that lead to “coffee,” if you know what I mean.

I mean I need a cup of coffee if I’m going to keep writing about Le Mans.

The grandeur! The pageantry!

The grandeur! The pageantry!

Did I mention that the first lines of actual character dialogue aren’t spoken until over 30 minutes into the film? For all the complaints leveled at modern blockbusters for putting spectacle ahead of story, the phenomenon isn’t new. Le Mans is all glitz, albeit remarkably-produced practical effect-based glitz, and no substance.

Le Mans was not a commercial or critical success when it was released in 1971. It’s almost a film that plays better now, in the wake of the Transformers and Pacific Rim and other movies that put visual spectacle ahead of storytelling. But that doesn’t make it good. Grand Prix is melodramatic, but it tells an actual story, even if that story plays out like a soap opera. Rush may take a few liberties with history, but it’s nonetheless a solid film that gives the characters actual motivations and emotional impetus. Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby has Will Ferrell wrestling a cougar and winning a race driving backwards.

Taxi! Take me to the finish line.

Taxi! Take me to the finish line.

Bullitt was a good cop film with a great chase scene. Le Mans is a bad film with some great racing scenes which is unfortunate, as the actual Le Mans event is a unique race that runs several different classes of cars simultaneously. You would never know that from the film, though, as none of this is ever explained. The movie was made by a gearhead, for gearheads, with nary a thought that just maybe the rest of the audience would like a peek at what makes racing so cool.

It was an overindulgent production for McQueen, and signaled a turning point in his career. He made far fewer films in the 1970’s than he had in the previous decade, even taking a four-year break from movies after The Towering Inferno. Other racing films have come and gone in the wake of Le Mans. Most of them aren’t great either, but at least they remember that there’s an audience out there that wants to see a story, not two hours of meticulously filmed car porn.

5 responses on “Le Mans: All Action and No Story

  1. So I’ll be honest, I haven’t seen this film and given that it sounds like you have spent more time trying to draft a plot for this movie than any of the dudes paid to write for this film, I am not sure this is going on my Netflix queue, but your description of McQueen’s acting and ability to convey emotions makes me wonder this: is Steve McQueen the long lost father of Daniel Craig?

    /pretty sure McQueen would have made a piss poor Bond, too

    • There actually is a similarity in acting styles between the two…I hadn’t noticed that before! I think McQueen is the better actor of the two, but I also think Craig got sucked into some pretty lifeless Bond movies and has fallen down the rabbit hole of mercenary acting.

      Of course, the bottom of that hole is cushioned by piles & piles of money, so…

      It’s not in the article, but basically McQueen was in Le Mans for about 5 months shooting footage. They were basically just shooting & shooting car scenes to fit with whatever the final script would be. So incredibly backwards.

      Le Mans does have some incredible racing scenes…just great stuff, and the sound of the individual cars is very carefully preserved on the audio. It’s a “car guy” film through & through, but it’s never a film I’d recommend to anyone else.

      • Craig was best in Layer Cake. That was a film and a half. Not sure McQueen could have pulled that one off.

          • I think Craig is a great Bond but that Bond is, at the end of the day, a character that’s run his course.

Yeah, well, you know, that's just, like, your opinion, man.