A secretive, monosyllabic Grand Prix racer (Al Pacino) is flung together by chance with a dizzy Italian girl (Marthe Keller) who incessantly badgers the self-important sportsman in the manner of Katharine Hepburn in a screwball comedy. He, living daily with the possibility of death in his profession, wears an arrogantly drowsy expression which must be the result of his having constantly to make split-second, life-and-death decisions on the racetrack; and she, living with terminal cancer, gradually gets under his skin and rumples his careful composure. Eventually, he loosens up to the point where, without embarrassment, he is able to show off snapshots of his New Jersey childhood, or sing a solo of "Red Sails in the Sunset." The movie is nearly as sticky as it sounds in synopsis; but it succeeds in getting a few good chuckles at the expense of the superstar's ego. With Anny Duperey; photographed by Henri Decae; written by Alvin Sargent; directed by Sidney Pollack. (1977) — Duncan Shepherd
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