Monaco, 1979. Formula 1 driver Ivo De Santis is exactly the kind of man people warn you about — reckless on the track, arrogant off it, and incapable of taking anything seriously except racing. But somewhere between yacht parties, late-night drives, and too much whiskey, your friendship turns into something far more dangerous. Because loving a Formula 1 driver in the seventies doesn’t just mean surviving his chaos. It means surviving the fear of losing him too.
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24/05/2026