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Much like Burt’s dream for speed, Donaldson has wanted to do a movie about the folk hero since 1979, when he wrote the first draft of this script. Roger Donaldson, who wrote and directed the picture, grew up in New Zealand, so he knew all about Burt Munro. The success one can obtain as a director can push dream projects to the backburner. His only protection is a helmet and a pair of goggles. So aerodynamic the Indian is Burt must ride flat on his stomach. In the case of Burt Munro, what was a heap of metal and a kitchen hinge has been customized into a red, streamlined beauty. Speed Week is intended for men to calculate the top speeds of their respective machines. While part of the enjoyment is seeing Burt make his trek to the Salt Flats, it’s Bonneville where some of the best photography takes place. Undeniably a fish out of water, the world of America seems brand-new to Burt: He’s not taken aback by the transvestite who rents him a room for the night, but he is amazed by the price.

His hearing isn’t so good, as he frequently says “What?” when asked a question. The actor who created one of the greatest villains in cinema’s history, Hannibal Lecter, is a meticulous, introverted man with an obsession for speed.

Sir Anthony Hopkins is engaging as the man from down under. “The center of pressure is behind the center of gravity,” he explains adroitly as he pokes a toothpick through a cigar to demonstrate. His assumptions on the art of riding are theories he shares with newfound friends in America. He doesn’t have brakes or safety equipment because he knows his baby would never harm him. Clearly this is a man who loves his motorcycle. No brakes? A Brandy cork acting as a gas cap? Not sure, but I don’t think the hinge of a kitchen door is standard equipment for a 1920 Indian.īurt is such a loveable guy it’s hard not to root for him. Throwing the rulebook out, Burt is given the go-ahead. Except Burt’s persistence got him noticed by many in attendance. The officials could have easily prevented Munro from running at Speed Week. You must be related to him, because he was a total prick.” He admonishes an official named Mike McFarland. Years of preparation, months of traveling, just to find out that paperwork is keeping him from reaching his goal. Out of his league, no one at Bonneville has ever seen a guy quite like him or anything like his old-fashioned machine he calls a “motor-sickle” in his thick New Zealander drawl.īut there’s a problem. Journeying from Los Angeles to Utah, Burt encounters an odd assortment of characters, much like himself. He and his trusty stead, er, bike board a ship headed for California. When 1967 rolls around, he thinks his Indian motorcycle – which he has had since the 1940s – is ready to travel to the Bonneville Salt Flats in Utah and participate in the annual Speed Week. The condition is so bad he’s instructed to take pills with trace amounts of nitroglycerine to keep it pumping. Way past sixty and nearing the big 7-0, Burt has a bad ticker. Their shared quality would be their love of adventure. Only Munro isn’t stoic like Hemmingway’s protagonists. Pistons that have been blown to smithereens are displayed on shelves as “Offerings to the God of Speed.”īurt Munro is the type of bloke Ernest Hemmingway would have wanted to have a drink with. Besides a bed, old tires, engine parts, and other pieces of equipment litter the place. A tool shed, which doubles as his home, is a workshop of contrivances. He makes his residence in Invercargill, New Zealand. So, he has spent most of his life tinkering with his 1920 Indian motorcycle. For as long as Burt Munro could remember he wanted to go fast. It’s about an old codger, his motorbike and a dream. It took many years before people would know just who is this crazy bugger.īased on one hell of a true story, The World’s Fastest Indian is not a movie about a Native American sprinter. But his canonizing didn’t happen overnight. For some it means having the testicular fortitude to do what the other guys won’t. Heroes come to fruition in different ways. Rated PG-13 (for brief language, drug use and a sexual reference). Magnolia Films presents The World’s Fastest Indian.
