Krista and I crossed over to the Darkside this weekend and went to see "The World's Fastest Indian."
Basic Story: Anthony Hopkins plays an old man who wants to take his ancient Indian motorcycle from New Zealand to the Bonneville Salt Flats in the USA so he can try to break the world speed record.
It's well acted, well written and well directed. To call it inspiring might be exaggerating. Enjoyable would be a fair thing to say.
The weird part is that it is basically a movie without a plot. You have the driving force of the guy's lifelong desire to race his motorcycle providing all of the tension, and a bizarre series of crises strung together. It was pretty clearly a biography, and apparently they felt bad making things up to turn it into a story. Strangely, it was still an enjoyable movie to watch, I didn't even notice the missing plot until we walked out of the theatre.
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