All entries for Tuesday 26 April 2005
April 26, 2005
Writing about web page http://www.thecollectivefilm.com
Most MTB DVDs (of which there are many) follow a pretty much identical format:
1) Thrash-metal soundtrack
2) clip of rider hucking off a 50-foot drop
(repeat for 60 mins)
To be honest, if you've watched one you've pretty much watched them all, and unless you're a keen rider even that one is probably overkill.
'The collective' is different, though. For starters, it's beautifully shot. The opener in Utah (see below), the section in Hawaii, and the misty north-shore at the end are fantastic bits of scenery, shot in a kind of Amelie -style oversaturated way. I could quite happily watch those bits even without the bikes. There's a fantastic section somewhere in the middle where, having been tracking riders hooning through a forest trail, the camera suddenly pans up away from the action and focuses on a view through the treetops to a luminous-green hillside some way off – just like those moments you get out riding when you have to stop and take in the scenery for a moment.
Second, the soundtrack is varied and cool, with only a trace of metal interrupting the laid-back likes of Slackstring, Quantic, and John Butler Trio.
Third, the kind of riding that's captured is totally different to the traditional DH-racing-and-huge-drops format that's quite hard to relate to.
Watching really smooth riders riding singletrack at warp factor 8 gives you a real feeling of being there, and a sense of 'I could do that – maybe not as fast, but I could do it'. It's hard not watch the helmet-cam sections and not find yourself leaning into the corners on the sofa.
Of course, there are the few obligatory jaw-droppers, like Ryan Leach riding along a metal chain suspended between two posts, Matt Hunter nailing a massive road gap, or Steve Romaiuk pulling a rolling nose-wheelie for about 100 yards down a rubble-filled chute. But really they're just incidental to the main theme of the film, which is just about how, at whatever level you're riding, what matters is not how fast you're going, or how far you're jumping, but how wide you're grinning at the end.