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| Robert Redford | ... | Chappellet | |
| Gene Hackman | ... | Claire | |
| Camilla Sparv | ... | Carole | |
| Karl Michael Vogler | ... | Machet | |
| Jim McMullan | ... | Creech | |
| Kathleen Crowley | ... | Reporter | |
| Dabney Coleman | ... | Mayo | |
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Kenneth Kirk | ... | D.K. |
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Oren Stevens | ... | Kipsmith |
| Jerry Dexter | ... | Engel | |
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Walter Stroud | ... | Mr. Chappellet |
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Carole Carle | ... | Lena |
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Rip McManus | ... | Devore |
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Joe Jay Jalbert | ... | Tommy Erb |
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Tom J. Kirk | ... | Stiles |
David Chappellet is a mean-spirited skier, who profits from another skier's injury to gain a spot on the American Olympic team. His roommate sums up his goals when he observes of David, "He's not for the team, and he never will be"; but precisely who the David is that David is so fiendishly striving for we're never to learn. He develops a short-lived relationship with Carole Stahl, a glamorous European woman even more capricious than himself. Chappellet's identity trouble are exacerbated by the fact that he is an "Event" as well as a personality; and more astute minds than his own have difficulty where the one leaves off and the other takes over. Director Michael Richie's ("The Candidate") feature film debut. Written by alfiehitchie
Old-fashioned sports drama given very modern look and feel, mixing 16mm footage with 35mm for an exhilarating visual effect. Robert Redford is quite good portraying an extremely self-assured skier from Idaho Springs, Colorado who is picked as a substitute member on an American team competing in Europe; after a humiliating wipe-out fails to derail his ego, he returns to the States for training with the Winter Olympics just two years away. "Downhill Racer", directed by the debuting Michael Ritchie, is a low-keyed character study masquerading as a sports film--and yet the skiing action is what most viewers end up remembering. The two halves are blended together thanks to punchy editing and the handsome presentation (and by the personalities brought forth by Redford and Gene Hackman as the team's coach), though the macho-subdued screenplay is rather verbose. Once we understand that Redford's David is a self-centered bastard, there's nothing much else to him except his good looks, and the women characters on the scene (there are no female athletes) are sex-objects or uninformed targets for ridicule. A few terrific moments, though the opening credits sequence is really cheesy and Kenyon Hopkins' score is occasionally overwrought. ** from ****