It is a performances centric movie

Best movie of this year hands down!

The storyline feels a little thin and moth-eaten in parts but this sequel is plenty of fun.

An old-fashioned movie made with new-fashioned finesse.

Jorgen Leth's film takes us back to the 1976 Paris-Roubaix spring classic cycle race, notable for its cobbled streets which were seldom used - except for this race. The film concentrates on several of the stars of the time, including Eddy Merckx and the then up-and-coming star Freddy Maertens. With commentary provided by the late David Saunders, at the time the major figure in cycling journalism, A SUMMER Sunday IN HELL is a treat for cycling nostalgics. However Leth transforms the event into something more than just a race: through skillful use of different types of shot - close-ups, aerial shots of the pack of racers passing through chocolate-box French towns, slow-motion shots - he makes aware of the aesthetic beauty of the event. To watch racers passing through streets in geometric shapes, or to watch an individual cyclist pedaling so hard like an automaton, is to understand why the sport exerts such a fascination for mass audiences. Leth is also concerned with the race as a social occasion: we see several shots of spectators passing the time in bars by singing, drinking, or eating; or small groups of village people passing the time of day on a glorious summer's day; or panning shots of spectators lining the route and cheering as the cyclists speed by. The film is a social history of the time, showing the hair-styles, clothes and mannerisms characteristic of the mid-Seventies. Saunders' commentary is sparse; on several occasions all we hear are the cyclists, their team-members and other officials talking in a variety of languages - French, Flemish, Italian. No subtitles are provided; but this is deliberate, as Leth wants to emphasize the internationality of the occasion, that contrasts with the rural settings in which the race takes place. The world of professional cycling was (and still is) a self-enclosed world, whose riders move from race to race; they live in a sporting bubble, which takes little or no account of the different venues in which the events take place. Unlike the spectators watching the event, the cyclists themselves are divorced from the 'real' world of daily life. A SUMMER Sunday IN HELL is a fascinating sociological document that works on several levels. Definitely worth a look.

The "Hell of the North", the infamous annual bike race from Paris to Roubaix, is an epic sporting contest; and Joergen Leth, a film-maker with a long-term love of professional cycling. Yet Leth's 1976 film of the race is a documentary that seems quaint with age. In a world where sporting events are everywhere on television, there's no-where Leth's film takes us we can't see everyday live on our screens; and the quaint English commentary dissipates the tension of a sporting event through it's use of a tone that is one part anthropology, one part an episode of 'The Clangers'. It's also surprisingly light on relevant sporting detail: the challenge of the great Belgian, Eddy Merkkx, is described without any reference to the fact that this was the tail end of his great career, when his powers were in decline and he was in fact never again to win a big race. When made, this might have been revolutionary; as it is, it pales besides the live action you can see alongside side it.

Starting with the preparation needed by the teams and cyclists prior to the event, this film follows one of the oldest and most famous one day classic bike races the Paris-Roubaix. Mixing country roads with more urban settings, the race is a challenging event that goes across cobbled roads and increasingly tough terrain. We watch the race to see the field gradually weeded down to the winners and the fate of the losers and the support riders.The Paris-Roubaix is a great race we are told, but you wouldn't necessarily know it from this film which, although interesting, certainly doesn't inflame the passions in the casual viewer. I'm not a fan or even a follower of cycling so I suspect that this film was not aimed at me and fans of this sport can probably ignore many of my criticisms because they may not be problems for everyone. In essence the film does a good job of just showing the race from the inside – the tactics, the falls, the challenges but it does it all in a very cold, mechanical fashion that keeps it "interesting" but never more than that. The delivery doesn't help; the version I saw had English narration but no subtitles when any one else is speaking (directly to camera or not). This stopped me getting any insight from the people involved or even get to know them as people enough to care about the outcome of the race.The narration is good but it doesn't help the film be more than "interesting". The English narration is sparse and rather detached from the action; it is better than an OTT commentator type but it does give you the feeling that the action is as ordinary as his consistent tone of voice suggests. The riders are the teams lack character (an important thing in sportsmen) but this may be down to me not being able to understand anything they said – perhaps those familiar with the riders will be more taken by them than I was.Overall this is an interesting film that looks at the events during the race with a detached but slightly curious air that tended to keep me interested. However the lack of flair, passion or real insight was a problem and I didn't think it even got past this. Although the narration was quite good, the lack of subtitles took away from the riders etc and many viewers might feel (like I did) that the inability to understand the asides and interviews mean that you'll be missing out on some of the best bits of the film.

This is a bike-fanatics dream of a movie, portraying the disciplin and heroism of the winners alongside the painfull realisation of own limits of the losers. The race takes place in the northern parts of France and lower countryside of Belgium, with a spectacular finish on the old stadium of Roubaix.