In visualising speed, 3D has finally found a use beyond being a lo-lumen gimmick. It’s closer to the edge of actual visceral reality than Formula 1 high definition television, for example.
Regarding this one-off documentary specifically, a commercial professionalism does appear to be encroaching on the Isle Of Man’s week-long Tourist Trophy races. Yet the tradition of amateur daring-do appears to be surviving also, as exemplified by Guy Martin, who left us in stitches [fortunately of a kind that didn’t require hospital treatment] & with a thirst for a giant mug of tea.
As a matter of curiosity, there were no motorcycles in the carpark after the showing last night, which I assume to mean that the only racing the audience does is from the comfort of their armchairs [but that may be just me]. Whether we had all simply been breathing during the film, but failing to live, is open to speculation. I do know that I was happy to leave the theatre with the seat of my pants intact & no 170mph friction burns on my backside [but then again, I’m always happy in such circumstance] !
[courtesy cinemax]
