It doesn't necessarily speak to the overall quality of a picture that we can recognize the entirety of its thrust within the first few minutes; there's no rule that says different filmmakers can't try their own hand at familiar stories. What that does mean, though, is that as viewers we will be more prone to seeing weaknesses in material we effectively already know, and especial strengths will be all the more important to help a title stand on its own feet. As the minutes tick by in this '4 minute mile' we discern characters, dialogue, story ideas, and scene writing that we've seen before (I'm so close to being able to specifically name a few movies, they're right on the tip of my tongue); we also see the familiar faces of Richard Jenkins and Kim Basinger. We get some dialogue that is intended to be inspirational, or helpful training tips, and mildly achieves that goal; some comes across merely as empty bloviating. Still other instances of dialogue are instead just laughably bad; it turns out my thirteen-year old niece was right on the money, at least in part, and nowhere is the dialogue worse and more unintentionally funny than when characters wax poetic about how beautiful running is.
There came a point when I glanced at the digital timer and noticed that the flick was about two-thirds over, and unfortunately, as I was still waiting for an especial strength to manifest, I realized at that point this just wasn't going to happen. We get notes of tragedy, light humor, heavy drama, violence, triumph, romance, yada yada yada. There's nothing emphatically wrong with any of it; there's nothing really good about any of it, either. Protagonist Drew is upheld as being a very promising runner, but at no time in the script do we see enough of that potential for his obstacles to mean anything to us; he comes across as a nobody who could have maybe been a somebody but instead continues to be a nobody. Basinger is an unconvincing set piece; Jenkins flounders and can't sell the part of a retired coach that life has beaten down who nevertheless tries to inspire Drew. Wes is just a rancid jerk, Drew tries extra hard to be a jerk, and despite being only a pretty face Lisa might have the most personality of any character here. Despite the slight variation in mood mostly the tone here is so thoroughly sullen that it's like we're watching a sports drama interpretation of the Grim Dark ethos that has largely defined DC Comics' cinematic output.
I blame director Charles-Olivier Michaud for the dreary tone and unimpressive acting; I blame writers Jeff Van Wie and Josh Campbell for that poor dialogue, and for a story that feels blocky, blunt, and straightforward. There is no arc in any capacity, nor any progression from A to B; characters' attitudes flip, and ideas, characters, and beats are introduced, with the suddenness of a rabbit doing a binky. Even through to the end it quite seems that ideas are just being splattered willy-nilly across a canvas instead of applied in delicate, thoughtful strokes, let alone meaningfully blended together. The climax is the one point where it seems that '4 minute mile' comes nearest to firing on cylinders, including the acting - it took nearly ninety full minutes, but hats off to Basinger, Kelly Blatz, and Lio Tipton - and some post-rock chords in Stephen Barton's score. By that point, though, it's hard to care, and the scene as it presents just feels a tad overdone. All told I don't think this flick is wholly rotten, but it simply isn't very good in any regard. For those distinct faults and shortcomings that come across, on the other hand, as far as I'm concerned this slips to below average. I'm glad for those who get more out of this than I do, and I see the value it could have had. I also firmly believe that whatever it is you want out of '4 minute mile,' you'll find it elsewhere in higher quantities and with better quality.
