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Ever notice how some actors can make the most mundane activities seem interesting? Well, Anthony Hopkins is . . . NOT one of those actors.
It takes about 10 minutes of this movie to give the audience all the pertinent facts which are based on a true story. In the 1960’s, Burt Munro (Anthony Hopkins), a New Zealander, is getting up there in age and has spent the last 30 years of his life dreaming about heading to Utah to break the land speed record with his 1920 Indian motorcycle. When he finally gets enough money together, he makes the trip and breaks the record. The remaining 117 minutes of the movie is excruciating scene after excruciating scene of irrelevant details. The audience is shown, for no apparent reason, that Burt has an obsession with relieving himself on his lemon tree, he is opposed to mowing his lawn, he can only test the engine on his motorcycle at the crack of dawn, he miraculously befriends a motorcycle gang, his Indian isn’t damaged in the transit to the U.S., he doesn’t get a ticket for speeding, and he has two brief mattress mambo encounters.
On top of the movie being filled with irrelevant scenes, the audience is treated to details of each of these scenes twice since Burt is hard of hearing and insists that every line of dialogue be repeated for his benefit…certainly not to the benefit of the viewing audience. Maybe, just maybe, the repetitive dialogue could have been tolerated if every line wasn’t painfully slow because every fourth word of Burt’s dialogue was “uh”. The World’s Fastest Indian is a horrible, horrible portrayal of an interesting character’s amazing and inspiring story. While it may be absurd enough to earn an Oscar nod, most audiences will find it more irritating than enjoyable.
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On the Movie Night Traffic Light on a scale of GREEN meaning “Go – it’s a must see”, YELLOW meaning “Caution – it’s okay” and RED meaning “No - stop don’t do it."
We rate World’s Fastest Indian RED. Stop – this one should have been entertaining, but is just plain irritating. |
