Be Fit With Biray

I haven’t had much luck with my choices of running movies, lately. The last marathon flick I reviewed (Spirit of the Marathon) was too long, uninspired, and nauseating to watch - kinda like a healthier version of The Blair Witch Project, had they been looking for a finish line instead of a witch.

But the recent release of the movie Run, FatBoy, Run has lifted my spirits once again! I now believe, with great certainty, that any movie title starting and ending with the word ‘run’ is fantastic! Okay, so I’ve based this theory on another all-time great, Run Lola Run. But I stand to be corrected.

I won’t give away any spoilers (there’s nudity) nor recount any actors’ performances (Simon Pegg blisters on screen). But I will leave you with these parting words:

Minds of runners are insane:
Tear a liga, run thru pain
Keep yo figa and attain
The fitness of the highly trained
Simply survive, and do again.

Movie-goers minds enthrall:
Attempting not the runner’s call
Across the 26 mile haul
Seems silly when they just recall
An awesome flick to ’splain it all.

(Popcorn not included.)