Not funny, not clever, not exciting, not interesting.
Does have Alan Popelton playing a baddie.
A wonderful documentary on the hard life of a cycling domestique, filmed at the Giro, mainly through the eyes of the Italian race doctors.
Football fans should watch this. . .
I liked when they ask the clearly concussed Chris Anker Sørenson if he can remember anything, and he retorts peevishly: 'Italian is my third language!'
And it features the great moment when Contador gifts Paolo Tiralongo the 19th stage of the 2011 Giro d'Italia.
Long, slow, old-fashioned, corny and sometimes laughable - I really enjoyed this.
Certainly the best Nazi/gynaecology/art movie I’ve seen recently.
Sebastian Koch makes Herr Professor Seeband an excellent evil father-in-law, and it’s enjoyable to watch his downfall unfold over three hours on a rainy Sunday arvo.
I particularly liked the film's non-cynical attitude to art, and I thought Kurt's gradual artistic awakening was well conveyed.
His character is based on Gerhard Richter.