Roger Donaldson's biopic of Burt Munro, a cranky old Kiwi who still holds a land speed record set on a customised 1920s Indian scout, has charm and sentiment shovelled on in spades, but is still a fun and uplifting film, despite the creaks and groans. Hopkins is a bit ridiculous in places, but manages to convey Munro's grit and determination, and cheeky young at heart spirit. As I was watching, I realised how rare it is to see a film about, well old people, especially not acting their age as we perceive it. Munro befriends a transvestite with no prejudice, has a ladyfriend back home but still ends up in a rural American widows bed and thwarts some of the bureaucrats at Bonneville speed week through a mixture of charm and stubborn disobedience. It's definitely a feel good movie, there's never quite the sense of life or death danger on the bike and despite some health scares it's clear from the tone of the film that Munro won't suffer any tragic fate and will overcome the odds to succeed in his dream. Sometimes a simple success story is enough though.