Director Asif Kapadia's documentary on "perhaps the greatest race car driver who ever lived" is scheduled to play at the Sundance Film Festival tomorrow. Who do we need to have sex with to get a ticket? Seriously, whom?
Of course we remember where we were when the great Ayrton Senna died. Don't you? We remember the battles with Prost at McLaren-Honda, when the two nearly swept the entire 1988 season. The aggression, the contact with other cars, the grandstanding, the insolence, the brilliance. Sex in exchange for a ticket to see the Senna biography — Senna — at the Sundance Film Festival is the very least we could offer. Naturally, we're open to other kinds of personal barter, like running errands and babysitting, but c'mon, we're talking about Ayrton Senna here not Johnny Herbert. The demand to see this momentous film will be great, and we indeed must step up to the plate. Or spoon, as it were.