If you ever want to understand the difference between a musician and a rock star, watch Gregg Allman as the saloon owner (who may or may not be a drug kingpin) in “Rush” (1991). Dude has only five lines of dialogue, but he owns the whole damn movie. Nobody ever said more by simply strutting through a doorway, hair and charisma flowing equally and in all directions. The movie itself is kind of bleak, as undercover cops get high on their own supply. It should have been the vehicle that catapulted Jason Patric into stardom. Instead, his career went undercover.
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When I was a kid, I’d get very upset if a sports movie wasn’t realistic enough to suit me. Heaven forbid if it took dramatic license with actual events. I’m not a kid anymore, so I could appreciate all the melodrama and spectacle that director Ron Howard packs into “Rush” (2013), a based-on-a-true story Hollywoodization of 1970s Formula One racing. The rivalry between James Hunt and Niki Lauda is exaggerated. The race results are embellished. Get over it. It’s a good story with interesting characters, providing a new take on how opposites can bring out the best in each other.
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