Running interests me.
Basically, I like it because it's man at its most primitive of fitness and sport.
As humans, we have little contact or comparison to humans that lived 2,000, 4,000 or 10,000 years ago. It's beyond night and day. They couldn't function in our world; we couldn't function in theirs. Our life would be unrecognizable to them.
Except for running. If we took a human that lived 8,000 years ago to the summer Olympics nad showed them some track and field events, they would understand everything.
Not that they had Olympic games. But they ran. They threw spears and stones. They jumped over things and jumped high and far.
Running, especially, are humans at our most human. Even if the likes of Usain Bolt are doing the running despite looking like giants.
I like that Chariots of Fire came out in the same year as Gallipoli -- similiar in that both had World War I as a backdrop and both had white guys running fast. Ten years later, Jesse Owens would have all of them on their asses.
I liked this film a lot. It had a lot of moving pieces that never quit moving to give some unnecessary explanation and allowed the viewer to figure things out for himself. The British must be very proud.
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