Ultimately, the star of this film is the 24 Hours of Le Mans itself, the people who attend and the rustic beauty of France. It was shot in 1971, so it's a bit like time traveling to go people watching. With almost no plot, barely any dialog and little to no character development, this is a film where you can put whatever music you want to listen to on & space out/nod out/smoke out/dropout. However, don't take your decision lightly. In doing so, you will miss the hypnotic roar of these racing machines and McQueen's distinctively flat delivery; all of which crescendoed me into a zen frame of mind which stayed with me long after the credits had rolled.