Even allowing for the hubub surrounding the now runaway and deserved success of 'Choppertown' and it's follow ups 'The Harbortown Bobber' and 'Brittown', the great flicks from 'Lowbrow', the 'Two Wheeled Terror' series, the 'EDR', and a bunch of other gooduns from the last six to eight years or so, the nature of this latest documentation of the shit we all love so much has knocked my stinky socks off like no other. Believe me, if you don't have a copy yet, lift your game and hook in, the wait for its release was fully worthwhile . . . . "6 Over" kicks start !!!!
The Dicemen, in cahoots with Wild Honey Productions, Michael Schmidt, Davey Cooperwasser, Michael Heart and the central cast of '6 Over' have delivered a film so epicly cool and honest, so devoid of dumbarsed machismo and faux biker 'badass' bullshit it leaves you feeling nothin other than inspired and uplifted . . . . it's serious in it's insight into each of the featured riders/builders/freaks and the cast of supporting dudes, it's also disarmingly up front because of it . . . . just real.
Moreover it's fucking funny, not side splitting wacky, just consistently and endearingly chucklesome, especially the self depracating, piss taking Jason Webber, but all the guys deliver their own goods, Max, Kim, Eddie, Caleb and Jeremiah . . . . there's no posturing, no posing, no wank at all, as I said, it's straight up and unaffected by any sense of celebrity, even though the guys are clearly celebrities within a world within a world . . . . the motherfucker is, for want of a more appropriate descriptor, righteous, no doubt.
The direction and pacing of the thing is spot on thanks to the obvious talent of Mr Schmidt and the lens work is something wonderful to behold, different frames, change it up, change it down . . . . and the tunes are a subtle background to the narrative of the flick without ever becoming over the top . . . . shit, I could go on but there's no point . . . . I reckon '6 Over' does for me what 'On Any Sunday' did forty years ago, and that's fucking cool . . . . get out and buy it, then take it home and watch it, then, repeat ad nauseum, 6 over and over and over.
The Dicemen, in cahoots with Wild Honey Productions, Michael Schmidt, Davey Cooperwasser, Michael Heart and the central cast of '6 Over' have delivered a film so epicly cool and honest, so devoid of dumbarsed machismo and faux biker 'badass' bullshit it leaves you feeling nothin other than inspired and uplifted . . . . it's serious in it's insight into each of the featured riders/builders/freaks and the cast of supporting dudes, it's also disarmingly up front because of it . . . . just real.
Moreover it's fucking funny, not side splitting wacky, just consistently and endearingly chucklesome, especially the self depracating, piss taking Jason Webber, but all the guys deliver their own goods, Max, Kim, Eddie, Caleb and Jeremiah . . . . there's no posturing, no posing, no wank at all, as I said, it's straight up and unaffected by any sense of celebrity, even though the guys are clearly celebrities within a world within a world . . . . the motherfucker is, for want of a more appropriate descriptor, righteous, no doubt.
The direction and pacing of the thing is spot on thanks to the obvious talent of Mr Schmidt and the lens work is something wonderful to behold, different frames, change it up, change it down . . . . and the tunes are a subtle background to the narrative of the flick without ever becoming over the top . . . . shit, I could go on but there's no point . . . . I reckon '6 Over' does for me what 'On Any Sunday' did forty years ago, and that's fucking cool . . . . get out and buy it, then take it home and watch it, then, repeat ad nauseum, 6 over and over and over.
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