By Victor Wanchena
A Story Worth Living was a one-night limited release movie that was is theaters May 19th. The tag line for the film was “Six novice riders—father, sons and friends—take on the Colorado backcountry on BMW F800GS adventure bikes to create a film about life, meaning and the longing to be part of something epic that is written on every human heart.” The trailer showed gnarly roads and sweeping mountain vistas. Dramatic music underscored it all. You’re in, right?
Well, if you missed it, be glad. What was billed as a motorcycle adventure movie turned out to be a men’s drumming circle/group therapy session/get in touch with your feelings/ group hug piece of crap advertised as a motorcycle adventure movie. My wife accompanied me to this and I’m still apologizing.
Here’s the plot: these six guys get together every year and watch Long Way Round. This inspires them to ride some passes in Colorado. Charlie Boorman is their “like hero, like”. Only one of them has any riding experience so of course they select huge ADV bikes for the trip. And, they somehow get Arai, Klim, Twisted Throttle, and Denali to sponsor them with equipment.
Hold onto your hats; they rode 1000 miles in 8 days. I know. Epic. Most of which was on paved road. They basically got a bunch of accessory suppliers to sponsor their vacation. So maybe I’m a little jealous there. Most of the movie is them sitting around talking about their “story” and their feelings. Star Wars and The Chronicles of Narnia are referenced and quoted, often. To butch it up they play poker and smoke cigars in a couple scenes. Then the bait and switch comes.
As the movie (and the riders) seem to go nowhere I begin to clue in on the sermonizing. What was billed as a motorcycle adventure movie is in fact just an evangelical pitch to Christianity. I looked around the theater a bit, and most of the other patrons seemed to be as bewildered as I was that they’d actually been sold this crapfest. The audience was mostly guys, and there was lots of riding equipment. The religious overtones didn’t bother me, but the bait and switch did.
It finally ends, only to have them on a videoconference with Charlie Boorman. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I walked out. A bunch of others started leaving as well. A group came out with the same look of dismay as I had. In the short segment I sat through while they talked to Charlie, they started talking about where they’ll go next. I’m sure they made enough that night, ($17 per ticket) to fund their next attempt at riding somewhere exotic.