Prefontaine's Trailer wrote:
The Real Maine is the only thing of its kind for running and track and field. Look at surfing, look at skateboarding or any other extreme sport and they're making videos like this that capture the artistry of the activity, not just the activity. You want to know where the future of the sport is (if it will have a future)? It's in The Real Maine.
Sack up, give the guy five bucks, because unless you want the Sunday school teachers of Competitor Group and the middle-aged women of Runner's World or the old, greying men of Running Times ruin this sport, we need to rally and support a guy that's willing to put on film the truth: four guys who talk about jerking off five times a day in a morning run. Van Ingen is the only guy out there willing to tell the truth.
I'd rather donate if said runner/filmmaker had actually bothered to make a film ABOUT anything. I watched it w/ my non-running girlfriend, and even though I'm the biggest running geek in the world and the same age as these guys (have run against them, rather behind), I was even more bored than she was.
You're supposed to learn something in a documentary. Or get a taste of something that inspires you.
Instead, I sat there watching a very short film that even got delayed in production yet failed to have any scenes that were enlightening, educational, or even as interesting as watching Chris Derrick talk about a sausage log in the FloTrack teasers. For all the hype and all the time it took, a huge disappointment.
What happened to all the footage of things actually happening? Of them actually training? Workouts? Food? Drama of any kind that wasn't manufactured by the whole "people transferring" thing that no one really cared about?
Again, all the respect for Van Ingen as a runner, but his film sucked. And I say that as a runner starved for running media. Still wasn't good enough to whet my appetite.