The film is as brilliant display of complexity of one in the most important one day races

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.

It has all the necessary elements to be a good documentary. All but the sound mixing. Which is not that bad but the transition and mixing is sometimes....just annoying. During this documentary we see from a helicopter view the riders as they pass along the crowd with some Gregorian type of chanting in the background...no cycling noises no cars no nothing besides some slumber kind of classical music...Guess that's the 70s. And the slow motion to epitomize the heroic struggle not helping either. We want to see the rush, the unforgiving cruelty of the race. The narration is OK, very strict about what's happening and that's good. Very realistic compared to other documentaries depicting the same era, the announcer at the start is actually the one present at the Tour nowadays, if I'm not mistaken...a little older maybe :)A few minutes with no subtitles, nothing disturbing the overall comprehension of the situation. All in all, a catchy movie this one, with so much resemblance with the present day races in France, not surprisingly. If we take away the elements that were put in the movie to make it a documentary, it's if you are there watching. And that's all you need.

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.