Movie Review: Tour Baby Deux

two thumbs way down

I would not recommend Tour Baby 1 or 2 to anyone. While I was at the Tour of California I won the DVD in a little stationary bike race. At first I was pretty excited—I had never owned a cycling film before and I avoided paying the $30 that it originally sold for. Little did I know, I had accepted a gift that would decrease my quality of life.

First off, Scott Coady is a total twat. I don’t know what his background is, but either he is totally loaded, or he put a lot of somebody else’s money to waste. Through out the film he is given some sort of VIP treatment that was obviously reserved for the highest bidder. Instead of capturing beautiful images or worthwhile documentary footage, he uses a low quality camera and spends too much time focusing on random, scantily clad girls with pretty faces. In addition, he has this weird sort of sexual catch phrase that he uses through out the duration of the film. He says something like, “We are going to go deep inside the Tour de France, baby.” It’s obvious, through his language and content that he’s trying to create some sort of Girls Gone Wild/ Spring Break ’08 reality flick. The end result is shaky cinematography, lame one-liners, and dozens of awkward female interactions.

Worst of all, you have to look at Scott Chodey’s soul patch-goatee flavor saver for 97 whole minutes.