DEATHGRIP puts the defining style of Brendan Fairclough with the progressive filmmaking of Clay Porter, slamming them together into an in-your-face, non-stop onslaught of race-pace action set against Planet Earth scenery.
الإعلان الترويجي
طاقم العمل
Clay Porter
Director
Josh Bryceland
Self
Brendan Fairclough
Self
Brandon Semenuk
Self
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Deathgrip
Lionel Messi: The Greatest
Reel Rock 12
The Standard
الكشف عن مدينة نيويورك
All or Nothing: Arsenal
All or Nothing: Tottenham Hotspur
قادة منتخبات العالم
نقطة الاستراحة
لعبة الغولف: على قدم وساق
ست أمم: بطولة الرغبي
سندرلاند حتى أموت
الكل أو لا شيء: يوفنتوس
Race for the Planet
ماتش روم: أعظم رجل استعراض
Welcome to Wrexham
Court of Gold
The CEO Club
كأس عالم ميسي: صعود أسطورة
الجري السريع
ريال مدريد: كيف لا أحبك
الدوري الممتاز: الحرب من أجل كرة القدم
ميسي يقابل أمريكا
التعليقات
10 تعليق
source: Deathgrip
Clay Porter is a truly great director and cinematographer. He captures some amazing shots of insane riding skills. Biking in It's rawest form.
Overused slomos of roosting turns spoil what could have otherwise been an epic movie. Given the calibre of riders in this movie it's a shame that style over substance seems to be the order of the day. What a waste! Nico Vink, Sam Reynolds and of course Brendog's fail to shine as their bike handling skills are lost in a never ending series of slomo roost shots! Highlights are midway through when Brendog hooks up with Bryceland to shred Schmalding and fortunately for brief moments their excitement and personalities shine through as you hear snippets of their banter on the way down. Also a great section with Semenuk at the end however campared to recent films like Unreal or Rad Company this really fails to hit the mark
I suppose if mountain biking is your life, you might find this interesting. The footage was pretty amazing, and the skill level is too. But, that is all there is. It is over an hour of adolescent idol worship.
source: Deathgrip
Overused slomos of roosting turns spoil what could have otherwise been an epic movie. Given the calibre of riders in this movie it's a shame that style over substance seems to be the order of the day. What a waste! Nico Vink, Sam Reynolds and of course Brendog's fail to shine as their bike handling skills are lost in a never ending series of slomo roost shots! Highlights are midway through when Brendog hooks up with Bryceland to shred Schmalding and fortunately for brief moments their excitement and personalities shine through as you hear snippets of their banter on the way down. Also a great section with Semenuk at the end however campared to recent films like Unreal or Rad Company this really fails to hit the mark
Clay Porter is a truly great director and cinematographer. He captures some amazing shots of insane riding skills. Biking in It's rawest form.
I suppose if mountain biking is your life, you might find this interesting. The footage was pretty amazing, and the skill level is too. But, that is all there is. It is over an hour of adolescent idol worship.
