The most daring thing about his cat-and-mouse game with Kidman is how erotic Noyce makes it.

Dispensing with all notions that Days of Thunder is a critical work of any sort reveals its hollow and misogynistic underpinnings.

Like the previous Simpson-Bruckheimer pictures, it's designed to give audiences an overdose of the thrill of victory; it wants us to jump out of our seats, pumping our fists in the air and roaring for the hero to pulverize his opponents.

…Quentin Tarantino suggests that Days of Thunder is better than Grand Prix and Le Mans, but he’s wrong on both counts; Tony Scott's NASCAR movie is far too slammed together to be a movie for the ages, but now as in 1990, just about passes the time…