The story of Owens is not just about great atleticism. It is not just about world records and the epitome of spot - Olympic Glory. It is way beyond that. In fact, the Olympics is just a part of a tale that involves racism predominant in US and anti-Semitism, predominant in the Hitler ruled Germany where the Olympics of 1936 were held. Owens survives all of that and much more. However, for a story as great as that The Race is surprisingly boring for the simple reason that this movie fails to take the tough decisions. Between the bold and the cliches, the screenplay chooses routine, the great cliched take on a sporting superstar who defied all odds. Instead of showing us the ugliness of the actual story, the movie tries to be a little easy on the audience leaving the intense viewer a little disappointed. It is an honest biopic that sticks to the facts. However, if facts is all we wanted, a documentary would do. A movie should've done more than just present us with the story. It doesn't exactly recreate the atmosphere, the feeling of hatred and racism which permeated the air and the absolute sense of alienness which someone like an Owens might have felt, compared to which his Olympic dream would seem small. Amidst all this, his affair is just a small thing, hardly deserving the screen time they got. The movie is not a bore but it isn't exactly what you could hope for from one of the greatest Olympic tales of all time, created on celluloid!