Mouthwatering..

Finally, a double-feature of films that don’t depict running as the awful thing you have to endure to succeed at something else. The first is an ode to El Venado, and it may be the only surviving footage of him jitterbuging with a saucy Mexican señora after a 50-mile trail race.

The second, “Town of Runners,” looks so great I may have to break voluntary house-arrest. It’s screening at the Tribeca Film Festival, and even though I swore I’d do nothing this week but stay home and work, I know if I watch the trailer one more time I’ll go under the wire and slip off to NY to see it.