The World's Fastest Indian (usa 2005)
Anthony Hopkins can really, really be a great actor if he’s in the right mood. Remember Meet Joe Black or ChrisRockisfbi-pieceofcrap? That Hopkins laughing all the way to the bank. But Titus, the Human Stain or Burt Munro… the man at his best.
Loosely based on facts, this is the story of a new Zealander called burt munro and his love for his Indian motorbike. He wants to go to the Salt lakes in California to test how fast she can go. The motor doesn’t fit safety measures of any kind. Needless to say burt succeeds and meets a lot of nice and strange people on this way to SoCal. I enjoyed this endearing film, probably some men in my family had similar interest.
Just one thing: Deaf old men can be really annoying. That’s why I propose a mash-up with Pulp Fiction. Then the Dialogue would be more like this:
SamueL Jackson: eh?
Munro: Whats that love?
SLJ: Marcellus Wallace!
M: What? (looks puzzled). I’m from New Zealand you know. Yeeh, come to ride my Indian motorcycle that’s what.
SLJ: Do you think Marcellus Wallace is a bitch!?
M: To see how fast she can go! (waves arms enthusiastically)
SLJ: (raises gun)
M: Eh? What’s that then eh?
SLJ: SAY WHAT ONE MORE TIME MOTHERFUCKER! I DARE YOU!
M: what? (still dancing)
SLJ: I DOUBLEDARE YOU! SAY ‘WHAT’ ONE MORE TIME!
M: I’m from new Zealand you know. Yeeh.
Come to think of it, where’s Little John when you need him?