3 out of 5
What’s the hardest thing about riding a bike? The footpath. Thanks. I’ll be here all week. Try the veal. Croaky old jokes aside, we all know the hardest thing about riding a bike is passing the drug test. Sure, it does look bad – but artificial stimulants in professional cycling are hardly a new phenomenon. Strychnine, amphetamines, cocaine, testosterone, chloroform, blood swapping, steroids… et al have been on the menu for over 100 years. A cloud of insinuation follows one of the sport’s biggest stars, Lance Armstrong, everywhere he pedals and even the most respected rider of all time – Eddie Mercx – knows his way around a doping scandal.
What to do? Blood, Sweat and Gears makes the case that it is possible to run a clean and successful professional racing team. This doco follows Team Slipstream from inception through its journey to top flight competitiveness. It’s a rag tag bunch of ex-cheats, aging coulda-beens and underachieving upstarts. They might not have the sponsorship or the media attention of the bigger teams – but they get drug tested every second day. Sorta like a massive ‘fuck you!’ to the rest of the sport. By being so defiantly drug-free there is an implicit degree of finger pointing at the rest of the sport. Which, to be fair, probably isn’t so unwarranted.
Any doco about cycling is bound to take in Le Tour de France and therefore guaranteed to contain bucolic footage of the French Alps, quaint cobble-stoned villages and smelly, baguette and cheese encrusted Gauls. On that measure it delivers. But outside the suspiciously looking stock footage of daisy fields, Blood, Sweat and Gears looks rough and cheap. There are elements of friction and suspense yet probably not enough to drive a 90 minute narrative. The notoriously blunt ex-doper David Millar is a fascinating subject but the doco spends too much time meandering when it should be flying headfirst down the mountainside.