Reviews

It's amazing how Steven Spielberg can still freeze us in the chair, twenty years after, with the same Hitchcock style suspense. Even the outdated special effects still looks creative and modern and bring us such terrific and scaring childish visions of how a ghost should look like. For those who follows the director, note how he entertains himself by making women getting surrounded by corpses and skeletons, the same way he did in "The Legend of the Lost Ark".

The summary at the introduction says it all: 'it's not a summary of sports'. This is the kind of production that is willing to rewrite, rather reinvent, the shape of sports docummentaries. Far from the focus on results of the almanac-format production, this new vision of the tension of obsession, of the muscle stress, of the jump of joy, of the tears of defeat and, in short, the beauty of the design sports can provide, brings us the Expressionist angle the Olympics hides in the shadows of the action that TV images will never be able to catch. More than a masterpiece, each of the eight episodes should be treated as a directing class.