This is the typical example of an average movie where everything is as academic as you could get. Indeed the story of this motorcycle and speed aficionado is depicted in a completely vapid and predictable way, with no originally or passion whatsoever, and with the use of cringeworthy grandiloquent violins that cheaply try to arouse the viewer's emotions. Granted, nothing is fundamentally bad in this movie, everything is just average. Anthony Hopkins who usually does a good job seemed as uninspired as Roger Donaldson, whose approach clearly lacked grip and was overly sugarcoated, the epic biopic turning into a dreadfully banal TV movie.
Review of The World's Fastest Indian
