This is the sort of documentary I like; not a load of talking heads, generic music, and fake drama, but someone who loves his subject and has the ability to convey that love.
And yes, I hate his guts, the lucky bastard.
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Monday, 10 August 2009
James May in space
This is the sort of documentary I like; not a load of talking heads, generic music, and fake drama, but someone who loves his subject and has the ability to convey that love.
And yes, I hate his guts, the lucky bastard.
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That's my kind of documentary, anything James May gets into is always something I would want to do myself and of course never will.
ReplyDeleteWhat an amazing experience to fly to the edge of space in a bird that was designed over 50 years ago. May's reflections on the flight were spot on.
I'm glad you found this and posted it here.