Perfectly illustrative of the serendipitous nature of documentary filmmaking as it pivots from a personal investigation of doping in sports into a thriller with global geopolitical ramifications.
Finally, the last of my Paris photos from last month. All movies.
Except for extremely brief appearances by wives and girlfriends of the male characters, women are entirely absent from this film.
Pretty much strictly for fans of Ben Foster and Chris O’Dowd, who are both superb here. Probably not for fans of Lance Armstrong (if he still has any left).
Two compelling documentaries about famed competitive cyclists and the corrupted sport that chewed them up.
Shhh! don’t tell anywhere where you heard all this…
It’s always astonishing to me how people think they’re not gonna caught in their enormous lies.
I’m hyperventilating from the array of overwhelming movie awesomeness before me.
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