At nearly three hours this confection of delirious overkill starts to grate on your nerves after about 10 minutes. When you realize just how many countries there are between New York and Paris (the race's path), and how many more pie fights, fist fights, sword fights, bar-room fights, ballroom scenes, blizzards, car breakdowns, yelling and over-acting there are left to endure, you feel a need to question why you decided to watch this film. Sure, there obviously was a large budget, an all-star cast and sumptuous sets and locations. But it is being hauled through this interminable barrage of above-mentioned obstacles and assaults that prevents this film from being an entertainment, and turns it into an endurement.
Review of The Great Race
