But once they got to the meat of the show -- parkour co-founder Sebastien Foucan and some UK camp followers hurtling around various British landmarks -- it was pretty fucking compelling, I must say. Parkour is thrilling to watch; it's basically like looking at Spider-Man navigate the city for 45 minutes. If I were a different person, it was the kind of documentary that would spur me to take up the sport; unfortunately, being who I am, I realized instantly that there was pretty much not a single thing done by any of the people in the entire movie that I could accomplish without breaking both ankles and having at least nine heart attacks. Perhaps if, in addition to free running, there was an urban sport that involved free punching or free wrecking, I could get into that. Or even free lifting random heavy objects and hurling them a short distance. But there isn't, or at least not one that won't get you jail time.
Anyway, you can watch the whole doc here, albeit in grainy Google video, if you're interested; it's worth it. (Sebastien Foucan, by the way, is the guy who appeared in Casino Royale, doing parkour; he's one of those people that it's exhausting to watch him just standing around.
On a totally unrelated note, my apartment is swarming with tiny mosquitoes, and since I like to work in the dark, my computer screen is now thick with skeeter corpses. It looks like the windshield of a car after a 2000-mile road trip.