The usual sensation I am struck by when faced with motor racing is of being rather under-whelmed, such is the way the sport fails, much of the time, to deliver any sort of explosive excitement. There are crashes, and there are surprises, but in between these moments are tens of minutes, even hours, of repetitive boredom and number-crunching. Tactical pitting; lap times; Qs one, two and three. I care not.
That being said, I do remember, despite being a little boy, the thrill that surrounded Ayrton Senna and his racing of a car. He was heralded as a maverick, a new breed of driver, an instant superstar. And then, tragically, he died. He was young. And the racing world, the sporting world, every world, mourned him.
Working Title have put their name to a new documentary about this almost mythological character, and the trailer suggests that it will bring all the heat, humour, heart and hurt of Senna's story to the vivid foreground. I look forward to it greatly:
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