If you were to actually delete all of the scenes in "Winning" that had anything to do with cars actually racing (which, themselves, weren't all that thrilling to watch, either), about all that would be left as a movie would be an almost unbearable continuation of some of the most dreadfully boring, melodramatic, soap opera slop that's ever been recorded on film.
If nothing else, "Winning" was the sort of seen-it-all-before movie-experience that really made for a very effective sleeping pill.
I can't begin to tell you how absolutely dull-dull-dull "Winning" was, especially if you take into account that its cast was headlined by the likes of Paul Newman, Joanne Woodward, and Robert Wagner.
Like, weren't these apparent Hollywood "heavy-weights" supposed to be the absolute cream-of-the-crop, reigning supreme at the height of their popularity and careers? So, uh, what the frick went wrong here?
Not only was there absolutely no chemistry happening between Newman & Woodward on screen (yet, at the time, these 2 were actually married to each other), but, their totally passionless love scenes had me actually believing that these 2 (in real life) must've loathed each other right to the very bone.
Whatever the hell kept Newman & Woodward together (in their real marriage) for nearly 50 years certainly remains a complete mystery to me.
When it came to the supposedly "exciting" racing scenes, Winning's obviously clueless editor might have done some real wonders had he taken the time and gone back to editing school.
And, besides that, it certainly appeared to me that both the screenwriters and the director may have had a somewhat vague idea of what racing car movies were all about, but, in the long run, they unfortunately got it all wrong with this here picture.
Had Winning's 2-hour running time been reduced by a good half-hour, then, yes, perhaps, that might have made this picture more easy to tolerate, but, as it stood, it was nothing but a tedious, drawn-out bore.
With Winning ending its story on what I think was one of the most terrible and contrived notes in movie history, it seems that the only one who I'm sure came out ahead as a result of this farty fiasco film was the Goodyear Tire Co. whose blatant product advertising was ground into this viewer's face, over and over and over again, ad nauseum.
V-room! V-room! Like, get me outta here, pronto!
If nothing else, "Winning" was the sort of seen-it-all-before movie-experience that really made for a very effective sleeping pill.
I can't begin to tell you how absolutely dull-dull-dull "Winning" was, especially if you take into account that its cast was headlined by the likes of Paul Newman, Joanne Woodward, and Robert Wagner.
Like, weren't these apparent Hollywood "heavy-weights" supposed to be the absolute cream-of-the-crop, reigning supreme at the height of their popularity and careers? So, uh, what the frick went wrong here?
Not only was there absolutely no chemistry happening between Newman & Woodward on screen (yet, at the time, these 2 were actually married to each other), but, their totally passionless love scenes had me actually believing that these 2 (in real life) must've loathed each other right to the very bone.
Whatever the hell kept Newman & Woodward together (in their real marriage) for nearly 50 years certainly remains a complete mystery to me.
When it came to the supposedly "exciting" racing scenes, Winning's obviously clueless editor might have done some real wonders had he taken the time and gone back to editing school.
And, besides that, it certainly appeared to me that both the screenwriters and the director may have had a somewhat vague idea of what racing car movies were all about, but, in the long run, they unfortunately got it all wrong with this here picture.
Had Winning's 2-hour running time been reduced by a good half-hour, then, yes, perhaps, that might have made this picture more easy to tolerate, but, as it stood, it was nothing but a tedious, drawn-out bore.
With Winning ending its story on what I think was one of the most terrible and contrived notes in movie history, it seems that the only one who I'm sure came out ahead as a result of this farty fiasco film was the Goodyear Tire Co. whose blatant product advertising was ground into this viewer's face, over and over and over again, ad nauseum.
V-room! V-room! Like, get me outta here, pronto!