Synopsis
How fast must a man go to get from where he's at?
An ambitious young skier, determined to break all existing records, is contemptuous of the teamwork advocated by the US coach when they go to Europe for the Olympics.
Directed by Michael Ritchie
An ambitious young skier, determined to break all existing records, is contemptuous of the teamwork advocated by the US coach when they go to Europe for the Olympics.
El descenso de la muerte, Os Amantes do Perigo, Schußfahrt, La descente infernale, Gli spericolati, La Descente infernale, Schussfahrt, Verseny a lejtőn, Скоростной спуск, Скоростно спускане, 下半生赛跑者, Cuesta abajo, اسکی باز, Sjezdař, 다운힐 레이서, Sekundjakten, 下半生賽跑者, Szaleńczy zjazd
i would have turned this off within the first ten minutes if it were not for robert redford’s extraordinary ability to wear a pair of pants. he looks good in pretty much any kind of pant you can imagine. the ones exemplified in this movie include but are not limited to:
1. khaki pants
1a. long johns under his khaki pants
2. skin tight ski pants (!!)
3. white linen pants
4. blue jeans
4a. blue jeans tucked into cowboy boots (!!)
5. black slacks
This movie is not as good as its poster but to be fair almost nothing is as good as the Downhill Racer poster
A sports drama usually leans on a character study of its lead, and honestly, that’s often the part I find most interesting. There’s always this rough edge to them, a kind of built-in cynicism that makes them not immediately likable. David Chappellet fits right into that mold. He’s arrogant, standoffish, and carries a handful of unresolved issues, both with his team and with himself. The film paints him as a somewhat narcissistic, shallow, self-centered guy from a quiet rural background, chasing fame and glory by trying to make it to the Olympics as a downhill racer.
Even then, I think the real root of his problems is this persistent detachment, this inability to make genuine connections with people. Most of…
FFO: Leather walkie-talkie cases, 60s airports, lodge fireside wallpapers, ski team travelwear, tactile sports broadcasting equipment, snowdrift plains, ski-shoe buckles, pre-race leg rubs, those tiny european cars designed to cut through snow, single-pane mountainside cafes, turtlenecks, sports jackets, goggle-steam, high altitude fog lakes.
the sheer beauty of this film could feel like the filmmaking is being done by lifting a pinky finger but this is so esoteric, existential, lost in its desire for something it doesnt want that it accidentally sculpts itself into the most truly honest to god cold-hearted Emo Sportsboy film ever.
an opulent preservative of the time in itself.
perfection, man
I really dig the vibey-ness of this. Sparse dialogue, immersive sound design, gorgeous vistas, and a somewhat eerie score give "Downhill Racer" a trance like quality that sucked me in almost immediately.
I particularly loved how this movie handled the time between completing an Olympic event and waiting for the people after you compete. They cleverly manage to inject a bit of suspense into a moment that most movies would have skipped over.
RIP Robert Redford
I liked the premise but too tepid to really hold my interest much, beyond the scene where Redford goes home to visit his non-supportive dad (it does make Redford's character at least a little sympathetic, considering most of the time he's a horse's ass).
I will acknowledge that the skiing scenes are phenomenal. They're beautifully photographed and really communicate the speed and danger of the sport.
“I’ll be famous. I’ll be a champion.”
“World’s full of ‘em.”
Is this the most under seen movie starring both Gene Hackman and Robert Redford? It’s a niche subject, downhill ski racing, but the themes aren’t: the grueling demands of elite sport, the struggle to fit in, a strange man in strange land, the pain and thrill of competition. Some great ski photography, which, in the age of GoPro, is easy to dismiss. There’s a refreshing realism to the often prosaic nature of Olympic-level sport. The long bus rides, the fundraising, the sponsorships, the months spent training and waiting.
For most of the film Hackman is doing that classic Hackman thing where he's smiling through his clenched teeth. The scenes…
This one’s going out for Charles Robert Redford, Jr., born August 18, 1936.
Downhill Racer is my favorite 1969 film, my favorite sports film, my favorite Redford performance, and my third-favorite Redford film after Three Days of the Condor and All the President’s Men.
“You finished fourth in one race. Don’t expect to be given the world.”
“I don’t expect to be given anything.”
James Salter’s screenplay, loosely based on Oakley Hall’s 1963 novel, The Downhill Racers, was originally to be directed by Paramount honcho Bob Evans’s pal Roman Polanski. When RoPo dropped out, he was replaced by first-time director Michael Ritchie, who had directed several TV episodes. Ritchie brings a documentary approach to the subject of international downhill skiing…
You don't see too many art house sports films, but that's what this is. And I'm here for it.
I spent most of this film trying to think up a really good pun one-liner to start this review off, but I just couldn't think of the perfect one and that piste me off.
Downhill Racer is a quite significant journey out of my comfort zone because, as I've mentioned once or twice, I hate sports movies. I love sports but I hate sports movies. The vast majority of films of this kind I have ever seen have exactly the same tedious outcome of triumph over adversity, the same predictable procession of events almost every single sodding time.
Essentially, they take so much of what I love about sport, that being the unpredictability and the unknown, flush it away and…