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GP Week : Issue 133
GPWEEK OPINION >> several talking heads that let you get your breath back after the superbly intercut racing footage and portraiture. The new film is ‘Fastest’, son of the 1999 movie ‘Faster’, by the same US-based British director Mark Neal. The new movie, premiered in London’s Leicester Square on September 20, will go on general worldwide release thereafter, and is worth looking out for. One fellow viewer at the big-screen preview before Misano thought it did not go far enough behind the scenes, but I think this was deliberate. Neal has concentrated more on the visual, distinguished by some bouts of breathtaking intercutting that must have been laborious beyond words. With access to Dorna’s full library, he has scoured the shelves diligently and effectively. One such shows Rossi’s face head-on from the early years until 2010; another lingers inch by inch on Rossi’s classic Catalunya overtake of Lorenzo, on the final corner. The film concentrates a lot on Rossi, who then disobliged the script by breaking his leg at Mugello. The one who went on to be ‘Fastest’ was Lorenzo instead, but the necessary adjustment to overall balance was established comfortably enough. This can’t be compared with the Senna film, partly at least (and thankfully) because there has been no such fateful terminal accident. Long may that continue. Nobody wants that any of our racers should achieve the same posthumous status as James Dean. Nor, by its very narrow focus on MotoGP, can it be compared with ‘On Any Sunday’. But ‘Fastest’ can be compared, and favourably, with the handful of other bike racing films in existence. Any film about racing of this quality really has to be seen. continue on my nine and a half hour bum- numbing journey. It was 5:30am when I finally rumbled into Milano Centrale. There’s not a lot to do at that time of the morning, so I was forced to nurse a cup of coffee for five hours – in the best hotel in town, of course – until my roomie Will Buxton landed and turned up with our car and took me for a much needed booze up beside Lake Como. The best hotel in Milan, but not in the whole Lombardy region ... The best hotel in Monza – make that the whole continent – is the Hotel de la Ville, the annual home of the likes of Michael Schumacher, Ron Dennis, Vijay Mallya and every Ferrari driver throughout the ages. There are two things I adore about this hotel: 1) The barman remembers your name and your tipple even after a five year absence. 2) If you loiter around, a team boss will surely buy you dinner. Grazie mille for the company and equally enjoyable ossobuco, Mr Fernandes. Hopefully this will fortify me for my nine and a half hour train ride home – or my spell in a Lausanne jail. On second thoughts, an aeroplane is looking pretty good right now. Fastest puts the 'dig' in digital Ciao for now, Europe 23