I added a very brief and not nearly so intelligent review of Ford vs Ferrari in its own spot on this forum. In this case I was the dog ... er, actually child. To a slight extent I lived on the edges of FvF in that my uncle was mentored by Ken Miles, I think from his interest in racing MGs, and then later they all (uncle, Miles, and Shelby) worked on the Shelby Daytona effort. I think that was in the year between Le Mans races portrayed in this film. No fictional Hollywood film is the "truth" but FvF really feels right. It's got a very accurate atmosphere and sense of how many of the races, like those at pictured at Willow Springs, and even LeMans, were slightly ramshackle affairs. The truly great days of racing. When the drivers changed out the cuffs of their fire suits would be gushing accumulated sweat and you could see in their eyes that their body might be out of the car but their brain was still out in the wilderness of the track. Today you could probably program an autonomous car to drive the "perfect lap."