It's hard not to like Martin Sheen in anything he does (said while in the middle of the West Wing). He subtly delivers an amazing performance as a sociopath and murderer, a sort of Natural Born Killers: Southern Hospitality edition. I'd watch it again.
Yeah we get it Richard Linklater, you dropped acid and took an anthropology course, and now you 'get it' (or *do* you? whoa man) like a million other vapid assholes. The only difference is you canned the drivel into an awful film. Surprised to find this and see that it is so bad, considering I actually did like A Scanner Darkly.
One of my former co-worker's desktop background was simply a yellow and green-striped racing helmet, which I never understood nor frankly even cared to ask about. I realize now it was Ayrton Senna's, the subject of this emotionally gripping documentary, replete with a story arc that may as well have been scripted. It's well paced and weaves interview, personal, and surprisingly high-quality race footage together. The end, even though you know it's coming, is heavy stuff.
I always appreciate a film like this that can breathe a little life into something I'd otherwise probably never care about at all (Formula 1). I definitely recommend it.