PalomaS-04
jul 2025 se unió
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Clasificación de PalomaS-04
Watching Beyond Limits feels less like a documentary and more like a punishment for sins I don't remember committing. It's as if someone took a motivational LinkedIn post, stretched it over 50 minutes, and added sand for texture.
Simon Blair sets out to conquer the Marathon des Sables and his ADHD diagnosis, but instead of insight, we get a highlight reel of prolonged sighs, inspirational clichés, and more slow-motion sand shots than an entire season of Planet Earth. The ADHD angle? Barely explored. At times, I wondered if the filmmakers just Googled "ADHD quotes" and picked the first three results.
The pacing is glacial. There are moments where nothing happens-literally nothing. Just a man walking in the desert, occasionally sitting, staring into the middle distance like he lost both his compass and the plot.
The soundtrack? A constant swell of generic triumph music that seems to peak every time someone takes a sip of water. It's emotional manipulation without the emotion. Or the manipulation.
By the end, I didn't feel inspired-I felt dehydrated, slightly angry, and betrayed by my own optimism.
Final thoughts: If this was meant to be an exploration of the ADHD mind, then the desert wasn't the metaphor-they just forgot what the film was about halfway through.
Simon Blair sets out to conquer the Marathon des Sables and his ADHD diagnosis, but instead of insight, we get a highlight reel of prolonged sighs, inspirational clichés, and more slow-motion sand shots than an entire season of Planet Earth. The ADHD angle? Barely explored. At times, I wondered if the filmmakers just Googled "ADHD quotes" and picked the first three results.
The pacing is glacial. There are moments where nothing happens-literally nothing. Just a man walking in the desert, occasionally sitting, staring into the middle distance like he lost both his compass and the plot.
The soundtrack? A constant swell of generic triumph music that seems to peak every time someone takes a sip of water. It's emotional manipulation without the emotion. Or the manipulation.
By the end, I didn't feel inspired-I felt dehydrated, slightly angry, and betrayed by my own optimism.
Final thoughts: If this was meant to be an exploration of the ADHD mind, then the desert wasn't the metaphor-they just forgot what the film was about halfway through.