Supercross the Movie (4/10)
by Tony Medley
The producers want us to know
that Supercross is the second-fastest-growing motor sport in the U.S.,
behind only NASCAR, the “ultimate youth sport” with most riders between
the ages of 16 and 25, the riders are among the best conditioned athletes
in the world with body conditioning that places them in the same league as
boxers, football and soccer players, riders can make from six figures to
$3 million annually, etc., etc., etc.
With that kind of money, you
would think they could make a better movie advertising their activity.
This thing suffers from the same illness afflicting surfing movies, to
wit, they don’t explain anything! OK, this is a race. But the riders fly
through the air, go over bumps, slip and slide. Nothing is ever explained.
What’s the strategy? Why all the bumps? How many laps? How many miles?
Lots of motorcycles but nobody ever says how to win. The brilliance of
“Seasbiscuit” was that we were part of the strategy. Seabiscuit’s jockey
was told to pull Seabiscuit back so War Admiral could catch up. That would
inspire Seabiscuit to put it in overdrive. But in Supercross, the only
strategy of which we are informed is that the star, K.C. Carlyle (Steve
Howey) is out there running interference for his teammate, sacrificing his
ability to win. Is that all there is?
Screenwriters Ken Solarz and
Bart Baker come up with a trite script that follows all the rules laid
down in film school. There’s a good guy, K.C., his wild brother, Trip
(Mike Vogel), their girl friends, a bad guy, and a David vs. Goliath
story. If I were grading the script, I’d give it a low C. How it actually
got produced is a bigger victory for these two guys than K.C. winning in
Most of the film is motorcycles
flying through the air. Clearly this film was made for spectacular
cinematography. Unfortunately, I don’t find motorcycles flying through the
air every couple of minutes compelling, nor do I find the sound of
motorcycles enthralling. The sound reminds me of the jerks who gun their
engines at night to awaken everyone, not a pleasant thought.
This is mercifully short,
around 80 minutes. Unless you’re a motorcycle aficionado, or a teenager,
it’s unlikely to be very entertaining.
August 16, 2005