The movie title tells it all. Unless you're an Indian fanatic, that's all you need to know. If you have to ask what an Indian is, don't bother watching the movie. Let me just tell you that it's a brand of motorcycle.Heard some good reviews about this movie from my colleagues, but I didn't like it much. I found it too slow and dragging. Most of the segments in the movie don't add value to the movie. It's only interesting if you're into the man and his motorcycle. The movie goes for the tried-and-tested feel-good formula, but is implemented badly. It tries too hard to be warm, fuzzy, charming, and poignant. Basically, the story is about the eccentric New Zealander Burt Munro and his 40-year old Indian Scout. The old man spends his days in his decrepit concrete shed working on the motorcycle. For 25 years, his dream is to race his souped-up Indian on the salt flats of Bonneville, Utah.
Through his perseverance and the goodwill of others, he was able to realize his dream. Not only that, his Indian broke the world speed record for a motorcycle under 1000cc, set in 1967 which still stands today. (Well, at least when the movie first came out.)Apparently, the movie is "based on one hell of a true story." That explains why it's so boring.
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