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.
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).
Spectactors waiting along the race route are a captive audience to sell crap to. (No one was biting near me, though.)
I bet that guy’s view of the Tour de France is incredible.
No bikes allowed!
I, for one, welcome our adorable tiny cartoon rabbit overlords.
I waited for two hours this afternoon — sometimes in the rain — and this was what it looked like when the cyclists finally zipped by.