Choosing a runner as the face of the campaign is a curious one — one that makes no sense, given runners notoriously have the worst taste in beer.
Making running fun…by making fun of it
Choosing a runner as the face of the campaign is a curious one — one that makes no sense, given runners notoriously have the worst taste in beer.
Blame it on American exceptionalism, xenophobia, or not-so-closeted racism, but Ted hasn’t stepped foot outside the U.S. in 45 years on Earth. His definition of “abroad” consists of leaving his state.
Experiencing a mid-run epiphany that he’s figuratively on a path to nowhere while literally—and simultaneously—running away from and toward nothing, Albert Lee has absolutely no idea why he’s currently running.
Despite sharing the same run club, Vincent “Big Cheese” Feredoni is pursuing his crush Emma entirely through Strava. Vincent firmly believes Strava holds the key to unlocking his involuntary, figurative chastity belt.
Craig Andreason always runs the same flat, uneventful 4-mile route in the same all-black Brooks Adrenaline GTS, yet refuses to have missionary sex with his wife Judith.
Setting aside the total abomination of a script, astonishingly poor direction, and pitiful acting, there are several problems with the film’s subject matter. Firstly, running doesn’t translate well to the big screen. The average person struggles to name any film about running, let alone a single one worth watching.