If you
think all people over 60 years of age give up on their dreams,
then you haven’t heard about Burt Munro. “The
World’s Fastest Indian” stars Anthony Hopkins
as this remarkable New Zealander who broke the land-speed
world record while in his late 60s. It’s an inspiring
movie with an exceptionally appealing performance by one
of filmdom’s most accomplished actors.
I’m
not sure why filmmaker Roger Donaldson (“The Recruit”),
whose love for this project shows through in every scene,
selected Hopkins to play Burt Munro. This is not a typical
Hopkins role, and many New Zealanders wanted the part to
go to one of their own. Hopkins had to learn the Kiwi accent
plus the nuances of Munro’s eccentric character. Fortunately,
Donaldson made the right decision. Hopkins is perfect as
Munro – so perfect I forgot I was watching a famous
Oscar-winning actor (for “The Silence of the Lambs”)
pretending to be Munro. And I understand that one of Munro’s
sons broke down in tears after seeing how much Hopkins resembled
his late father.
Munro
is certainly no Hannibal Lecter, but he does share one thing
with that other unforgettable Hopkins movie character. He’s
just as obsessive about achieving his goal. Nothing deters
Munro from finding a way to get from his home in New Zealand
to Utah’s Bonneville Flats in 1967. He spent many
years rebuilding a 1920 Indian Scout motorcycle and cannot
be dissuaded from believing he’s the one to set a
new speed record on this trusty vehicle. Living in a rundown
garage which also serves as his workshop, Munro takes the
neighbors’ scoffing in stride. And he clearly enjoys
visiting with a young boy (the very cute Aaron Murphy) who
idolizes him and wants to learn as much as he can about
what Munro is up to.
When
Munro finally arrives in America, he manages to charm everyone
he meets while driving from California to Utah. Munro shows
genuine interest in each individual he comes across, including
a helpful transvestite, a furloughed soldier, a Native American
and a curious car salesman. It’s easy to see why people
go out of their way to assist Munro. A widow (Diane Ladd)
even offers him her bed (and herself) for the night! Did
I forget to mention that Munro has quite a way with the
ladies?
After
reaching his destination, our intrepid Kiwi faces bureaucratic
obstacles that would surely discourage anyone else. But
again, Munro’s personality and dedication (plus the
kindness of strangers) save the day. Anyone who loves a
happy ending will be thrilled to see this senior speedster
zoom across the Bonneville Salt Flats into history.
Ironically,
“The World’s Fastest Indian” moves along
rather slowly. But its leisurely pace gives us time to enjoy
one of Anthony Hopkins’ finest performances, so who’s
complaining?
When
I heard the name of this film the first thing that came
to mind was that Disney film film from the 1970s called
“The World’s Fastest Athlete”. I was not
familiar with the life and legacy of Burt Munro and that
there was a classic motorcycle called an Indian.
New
Zealand born Burt Munro (Anthony Hopkins) has an obsession.
He has dedicated his life to making his motorcycle go faster
and faster and to finely craft the bike in his own design.
He lives in a shed with his motorcycle parts and his obsession
surrounding him. His property is a disaster as it is over
run with weeds and drives his neighbors insane.
Munro’s
dream is to take his finely crafted motorcycle to the infamous
Salt Flats in Bonneville, Utah. There he can finely see
what his machine can actually do and how fast she can really
go.
Most
of this film is a road movie as bumbling “fish-out-of-water”
Munro makes his way across America during the late 1960s.
Munro is such an innocent and Hopkins delivers a wonderful
and enduring performance as the film’s central character.
To the
audience’s untrained eye, Munro’s motorcycle
looks like it was probably conceived by a crazy man with
a “tinker toy” obsession. It hardly looks or
feels like a motorcycle. But for some reason it’s
a miracle on wheels.
The
other performances in the film are mainly just cameos along
Munro’s journey. We meet all sorts of characters from
a cross-dressing receptionist to a lonely widow (Diane Ladd)
to an impressionable Vietnam vet.
The
film is about the journey and what it took this unique man
to fulfill his dream. Writer-Director Roger Donaldson (Thirteen
Days) knows what he wanted from this film and gets it in
every way.
I have
to put Donaldson in the same category as another director
I admire Phillip Noyce. Both of these men are such under-rated
directors and I am always fascinated to what films they
are planning next. I hope a lot of great things from both
directors.
The
flaw of this film is its length. There are a lot of points
and minor scenes that could have been scrapped in this film
but it was like Donaldson was trying to squeeze every single
great Burt Munro moment into the picture. Don’t get
me wrong I liked the fact we take this journey and all its
quirky pit-stops but time wise it’s sometimes hard
to justify.
The
film is held together by the sure magic of Hopkins and the
drive to see this dream fulfilled. It is a fun quirky film
that is sure to please young and old, motorcycle enthusiast
or not.