For a race fan, Grand Prix is not just about the sights, but the sound as well. Frankenheimer outdid himself on this one, going for supreme accuracy on the sound effects. The Ferrari sounds absolutely different than the BRM, which sounds different than the 'Yamura.' Sure, the visuals are brilliant, but the sounds are the most incredible part. Actual period F1 race cars were outfitted with tape recorders to capture each make's unique voice. Brilliantly synchronized, and spectacularly authentic, to hear those shrieking engines echoing through the streets of Monaco or reverberating down the straightaways at Spa will blow you away. Forget the plot, which is quite thin. Forget the acting, which is stilted at best. Concentrate on the sights, the sounds and the cameos of all those famous race drivers, probably their only appearance outside of news or sports interviews. Relive the glory days of the sport, when tires lasted several races, brakes were a bad dream, and drivers manhandled those frail bombshells around tight tracks without traction control, semi-automatic transmissions and pit radios. In my collection of car movies, Le Mans and Grand Prix top the list. I find it difficult to choose between the two films because their intent is so different. Still, despite its 'Grand Hotel', soap-opera feeling, Grand Prix remains the Big Daddy of them all, and Frankenheimer will forever reign as 'Commendatore' with me.