Walking, as we all know, is for girls and old people.
Real men perambulate by having both feet off the floor at the same time: in short, they run. And boy, do they like to get a canter going in movieland.
Obviously, we feel itâ€™s our duty to sort the â€˜cool runningsâ€™ from the â€˜jog ons'.
And then do it as an epic, Lycra-clad, spike-shoed Battle Royale sort of thing.
On your marks, get set... FIGHT!
Harrison Ford, The Fugitive (1993)
â€˜Average foot speed over uneven ground, barring injury, is four miles an hour,â€™ barks Tommy, leading the manhunt. Cobblers! Look at Harrison go! Heâ€™s doing fifty miles an hour if heâ€™s doing an inch. And in a fetching yellow jumpsuit, to boot. Like a greased banana down a hungry chimpâ€™s gullet. Go on my son!
Speed : Given that tricky woodland terrain, an impressive 6
Power : A grimly determined grind, 9
Manliness : Gah! Fall = FAIL, 4
Steven Seagal, Pistol Whipped (2008)
Oh dear me - where to start? The bizarre â€˜ruler up the sleeveâ€™ arm positioning? The egregiously wobbly gunplay? Or the utterly counterproductive blind pirouetting? Oi, Stevo - rule one of running (a popular method of â€˜hurrying upâ€™): face in the direction youâ€™d like to go. Helps enormously.
Speed : Suitably graveyard-respecting, 2
Power : Like a spinning top in its final throes, 3
Manliness : Pfft, weâ€™re HIDING now? 2
Next: Mel Gibson vs Brad Pitt
Mel Gibson, Gallipolli (1981)
Thereâ€™s something genuinely heartwarming about the (admittedly quite brief) sight of a bloke truly gasping, flailing and snorting his way to the goal in pure everyman desperation. This is what we â€˜normsâ€™ look like when we run for a bus, or last orders.
Speed : A proper lick for 100+ degrees in the shade, 8
Power : Those 1916 khakis must weigh three stone, 9
Manliness : Some light whimpering, but a solid 6
Leaves for dead...
Brad Pitt, Across The Tracks (1991)
Proving that you donâ€™t need to be built like a traction engine to get up a good head of steam, Bradâ€™s strong-out-of-the-blocks start is utterly ruined by that ludicrously preppy posture. Balancing an imaginary tea-tray on your head is no way to roll, kiddo.
Speed : Flying without breaking a sweat, 7
Power : Not nearly thunderous enough of hoof, 4
Manliness : Hair-bouncingly puppyish, 2
Next: Tom Cruise vs The Cast Of The Shining
Tom Cruise, Mission: Impossible III (2006)
The first two M:I flicks made it fairly apparent that Tom was no slouch when it came to hot-footing it after bad guys/away from large exploding things. But actually running through MID-AIR, as glimpsed in this teaser? Another. Level.
Speed : Close to terminal velocity, 9
Power : Limited by Earthâ€™s wussy gravitational pull, 6
Manliness : Makes the â€˜air bicycleâ€™ acceptable again, 8
Everyone, The Shining (1980)
Ok, so Jackâ€™s got a gammy leg, but his wheezy â€œIâ€™m right behind ya!â€ sounds more like a deluded self-help mantra than a threat to his rapidly escaping child. Ms Duval, meanwhile, attempts to flee The Overlook by walking like a Thunderbird.
Speed : Like next winter will do, 1
Power : Wheeeeereâ€™s Johnny? 3
Manliness : â€œYes, itâ€™s perfect for a child.â€ 2
Next: Ewan McGregor vs Corey Feldman
Ewan McGregor, Trainspotting (1996)
Everyone else on this list might have less dubious reasons for â€˜doing oneâ€™ - and weâ€™re not condoning Rentonâ€™s shoplifting by including him - but crikey, the lad can shift. And in Converse All-Star, too: those Glaswegian pavements are as hard as the rest of the city, yâ€™know.
Speed : Heroin actually, but still, 8
Power : We can almost feel the burn from here, 10
Manliness : On the wrong end of the chase, 5
Corey Feldman, Puppet Master vs Demonic Toys (2004)
(skip to 8:05)
Feldman, playing some sort of scientist dressed as his own father, fails to outrun a ten-inch-tall plastic doll despite the 20-yard head start. Blame the excess corduroy if you will, but thereâ€™s still no excuse for his truly pitiful corridor shuffle. Except maybe acute diarrhoea.
Speed : Workplace Health %26 Safety compliant, 3
Power : Flap-flap-flap-flap, 2
Manliness : Frightened of doll, caught by doll, 1
Next: Franka Potente vs Ian Charleson
Franka Potente, Run Lola Run (1998)
Making light work of a highly unsuitable ensemble - naively pairing snug, lime-green slacks with clodhopping army boots - Lola cuts an impressive swathe through urban Berlin. And, after a fashion, time itself. An admirable effort.
Speed : Varies from run to run, so 5
Power : Head up, arms flexed, 8
Manliness : In the most patronisingly complementary sense, 7
Blazes away from...
Ian Charleson, Chariots Of Fire (1981)
A fly-catcher of the first water, our Christian-playing hero’s lower jaw seems to come unhinged at the pistol crack, then gradually widens until he finally crosses the line looking like a man trying to gob-off an invisible whale.
Speed : Ok, yes, he’s nippy, 8
Power : Cruelly afflicted by the dread ‘windmill arms’, 3
Manliness : Apparently not next to Godliness, 3
Next: GRUDGE MATCH! - Cruise vs Seagal
Tom Cruise, pretty much anything
Wow, who’d have thunk it? Deceptively explosive horsepower in a compact and bijou frame, which gives him superb handling on tight bends and is, quite literally, a fanny magnet. Shame about the Thetans in the glove box, but hey.
Speed : Tom Cruise runs like he’s late for Dianetics practice, 10
Power : Tom Cruise runs like he’s powering Freewinds with a treadmill, 9
Manliness : TOM CRUISE RUNS LIKE A MAN, 10
Makes slug-meat of...
Steven Seagal, pretty much anything
Sweet Jesus, the horror. Like, what exactly is going on here, Stevey boy? You look like your legs are on backwards. You’d have a better chance of catching criminals by running in front of them, then striking when they’re paralysed with mirth.
Speed : Steven Seagal runs like ET in stilettos.
Power : Steven Seagal runs like he’s carrying ALL the shopping.
Manliness : STEVEN SEAGAL RUNS LIKE A GIRL.
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