I usually don't like Anthony Hopkins movies, and I usually boo to myself any movie that uses non-diegetic music to try to manipulate my emotions, but The World's Fastest Indian, despite these drawbacks, is a pretty great show. I took this photo during the movie's climactic scene.
There is some average acting, and Hopkins's ability to charm everyone who crosses his path using only his hearing loss, a few corny jokes, and a handshake seems a stretch. He could have been a little more darkly portrayed, I think. In the end, though, it's a true story, and seems pretty honest.
In case you haven't heard of it, it's about an old codger who in 1963 took a 192o Indian motorcycle and modified it for speed. He lives in New Zealand and saves up money to sail to L.A. and then drive his bike to Utah for the Bonneville Speed Week to see how fast his bike can go. His reception is chilly at first, but his charm melts most of their hearts and gets him a chance to race even though most people think he's just going to kill himself.
But he doesn't. This movie almost made me want to get a motorcycle, but not really. An Indian t-shirt would satisfy me, probably.