This is more about the people who raced this specific year of Baja 1000 and their story outside of racing than about the race itself.
This movie is so actually not about the race that not once throughout the entire movie is there a MAP of the race, meaning a map of the course they will be taking. Ever.
It is beautiful footage of riders abstractly riding around in dust with no point of reference for the viewer as to where they are within the confines of the race.
They mention some cities but is this the beginning of the race? The mid point? The end? Where are they? Where are they going? Who's behind them? Who's in front of them? What the hell is going on? For a movie that chooses to focus on one specific year and not focus on the actual history, or historical significance of the race, there is surprisingly little precise information about what is actually going on and it's very difficult to relate to anything because it flows like a dream sequence edited by Quentin Tarantino that you have to piece back together yourself.
This movie is a collage of slow motion footage and nostalgic people talking. There is no discussion of strategy, technical matters, logistics, navigation, none of that.
If you are looking to immerse yourself in this incredible race, keep looking.
The movie is beautiful but there is little racing going on, most of it is people reminiscing about the good old days, you will not learn anything about the route they take or if the route changed at all since the 60's or anything.
It's all very abstract with patriotic sounding music and father/son or whatever tear jerking.
Well done I guess, but not really a racing documentary. It's more of a study on people or something.
This movie is so actually not about the race that not once throughout the entire movie is there a MAP of the race, meaning a map of the course they will be taking. Ever.
It is beautiful footage of riders abstractly riding around in dust with no point of reference for the viewer as to where they are within the confines of the race.
They mention some cities but is this the beginning of the race? The mid point? The end? Where are they? Where are they going? Who's behind them? Who's in front of them? What the hell is going on? For a movie that chooses to focus on one specific year and not focus on the actual history, or historical significance of the race, there is surprisingly little precise information about what is actually going on and it's very difficult to relate to anything because it flows like a dream sequence edited by Quentin Tarantino that you have to piece back together yourself.
This movie is a collage of slow motion footage and nostalgic people talking. There is no discussion of strategy, technical matters, logistics, navigation, none of that.
If you are looking to immerse yourself in this incredible race, keep looking.
The movie is beautiful but there is little racing going on, most of it is people reminiscing about the good old days, you will not learn anything about the route they take or if the route changed at all since the 60's or anything.
It's all very abstract with patriotic sounding music and father/son or whatever tear jerking.
Well done I guess, but not really a racing documentary. It's more of a study on people or something.