I think I must've seen the trailer for this film a year or two ago. Then a few days ago I saw a clip of it. Then just now I watched it. For 40 minutes I was enthralled with some of the best juxtaposition of audio and video I've seen to date. I think my favorite shot is the helmet and mask coming out of the cloud of dust.
I was trying to figure out why I liked it so much, besides the freakish beauty of the entire thing. I'm drawn to beauty, after all, and even more so when it comes in hand with hard work, creativity, and passion. But this has something more, I thought. There's more to it for me than just the beauty and power, skill and athleticism. And then I realized—it's introverted.
It's the fact that there is absolutely no dialogue, no characters, and rarely is there a face shown. It's because there is a lot of slow motion, a lot of majestic scenery, a lot of bicycle-shop details. It's because it depicts transformation and change, exhilaration and speed, creativity and creation—but also destruction and waste, pain and loss. It's all there. It's an introspective look at the torment and flight of my soul. All in a beautiful video about mountain bikes.
Life Cycles.
Watch the film on YouTube here.
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