I hate hucker flicks...but that flick is good.
put it this way. I watched Progression in the NWD series and it was a hucker flick fo the most part that managed to somehow make Peaty and Rennie boring...not my stylie.Is anything that's not straight up race footage a 'hucker flick?'
I think these guys just make bike movies. About bike riding.
agreed. i think this looks pretty freaking epic. stokage!I think these guys just make bike movies. About bike riding.
Maybe you just don't like NWD movies. There's a lot to dislikeput it this way. I watched Progression in the NWD series and it was a hucker flick fo the most part that managed to somehow make Peaty and Rennie boring...not my stylie. :
high five!Maybe you just don't like NWD movies. There's a lot to dislike
I still wish anyone could make a "dramatic" bike movie that is anywhere near as badass as any of Jorgen Leth's stuff from the 70's. Thats the kind of **** that gets me stoked to ride. Until then, I'll watched Earthed or a BMX video. Fancy camerawork and "production values" mean nothing to me. Competent camera work, good music and the right aesthetics, that's all I ask for...
More amphetamines and less bong-rips.
The Collective just can't do that for my hipster-ass. All of their movies have all come off as forced, overproduced and in-authentic to my conception of bike riding.
I guess to me, Epic actually means blood and guts suffering epic. Not forced epicness brought to you by quads, hours of building stunts and essentially what amounts to posing to sell backpacks, deraileurs and expensive jackets.
Gimme 1975 any day. Those guys are selling Sausage, Saws, eastern bloc compact cars, insurance against worker lead strikes and bombings and Chewing gum. And they are all pissing blood afterwards. Half of them are high on a mixture of brandy, opium and amphetamine, and the other half are just trying to survive another week before they literally go back to the coal mine.
Suffering is epic.
Struggle is epic. Bluebird skys, backflips and square lips are surface dressing for the fundamental underlying lameness and lack of direction of mountainbiking in the age of big-budget "freeriding".
We don't have a real media that needs this content to sell magazines, or a profitable video market. Forcing a fake lifestyle through
"advertorial" and big budget "epic" freeride movies won't magically make mountainbiking surfing or snowboarding. We make our own trails, we don't camp in remote places waiting for waves or snow. All we need is a narrow strip of dirt to do the **** we do best.
Racing is epic. Taking pictures of theoretically aesthetically pleasing bike riding isn't. Not unless there is some substance beyond making fancy shapes in the air to back it up. A race course, some tape and a focus beyond making pretty brings the level of significance of filmed mountainbiking way up for me personally.
But then again, I am certainly a documented curmudgeon and hater of all aspects of post 2000 mountain bike culture, so who gives a hell what I think? White parts, designer clothing and content-less consumerism driven by our lame media for everyone!
It was kinda awesome for a self-loathing wannabe Belgian such as myself. You can ride on a straight, flat road, through a swamp, for 25 miles at a time. Roadkill, trash and traintracks as far as the eye could see. You link 4 or 5 roads like that together in the middle of nowwhere, in January with the junctions being 3rd world villages with higher infant mortality rates than Tanzania, and you've got my idea of fun.geez...how pissed off were you living in flat ass coastal SC....
A Sunday in Hell - such a great movie... but does it get me all fired up to get out and ride like some of the newer MTB movies - not really.
I go to Cambridge often. I drink coffee with lesbians and talk mustache grooming with the fixed-gear transexual contingent... I spend more time in Easthampon these days where the office is though... Now this is a beautiful place. Full of people who haven't worked since Stanley moved their production to China and their offices to Bermuda. Giant Taylor-ist mills and factories that are gradually being subdivided into arts space litter the landscape here. Kids under the age of 30 are having an overwhelmingly positive gentrifying effect. All of our starry-eyed eagerness and pissed off creativity is creating real manufacturing jobs in the community for the first time in 20 years. Oldsters are selling their homes for real money to people who drink lattes and moving to Florida to finish of their little slice of the American dream...Mickey, you need to get out of the People's Republic of Northampton every now and again!