Hopkins’ film is ultimately a successful interpretation of actual historical event. It manages to resist an overstatement of Owens’ achievement and instead chooses to abandon its sport-film façade and adopt the stance of a period-film, wherein a significant historical event may yield more than one hero.

Although the wordplay behind the title of this film is clever – the Olympics race as well as the racial discrimination Owens (James) faces in both the US and Germany – this is by and large, quite a no-nonsense movie about a legendary athlete.

Watching an underdog win International sprints in sepia tone is reminiscent of Bhaag Milkha Bhaag. But this movie has much more emotional depth and deftness than the Indian biopic. If you enjoy films and sports, this is a must watch.

While performances are strong and engaging, Stephen Hopkins’ validating treatment, Peter Levy’s edifying camerawork and Rachel Portman’s pulsating background score lend emphasis to the greatness showcased within. In terms of a biopic, this might not be the best representation of the genre but it certainly scores as a totally engaging and emotionally satisfying engagement!

This Jesse Owens biopic grips you till the finish line…

If you are a sports movie enthusiast, Race is an ideal watch. There are several moments of anticipation, anxiety and celebration as Owens takes to the field. Sports lover or not, you cannot help but cheer for his victory. 

Stephan James manages to imbue Owens with both a sense of purpose and a sense of humour. He’s more than adequate, in a film that’s barely that. The only other intriguing note is struck by Carice van Houten, whose poker face is perfect for the manipulative genius that was Leni Riefenstahl.

Overall, the film is not as enthralling as the story it is based on. Nevertheless, it has some redeemable qualities that still make it a winner.

At over two hours, Race feels like a mini-marathon, partially due to side plots that dilute the drama. The tension of the competition, usually the staple of sporting films, is sorely missing. You don’t get a sense of the rigour of Owens’ training and the enormity of his achievement, which is otherwise so well documented.

What Hopkins and his team truly get right is a very fine re-creation of the games and a powerful reminder of the impact one man can have, even in the shadow of much bigger worldwide events about to take place.