Film quality is not great, due, I expect, to the number of years the footage has been around and the various attempts at re-mastering or whatever it is they do. I watched the Mill Reef film many years ago and it seemed superbly done. Looking back now it seems over-sentimentalised with lots of sweeping music. Today's editors would halve the length.
But the memories these films bring back for me are very special. Also, to be able to see inside the homes of the likes of the late Paul Mellon and Charles Engelhard who died in 1971 (he was rumoured to be Fleming's inspiration for the character Auric Goldfinger), is a taste of bygone days. There are few, if any, individuals around now who can afford thoroughbred ownership at the levels these men dealt at. Arab and Irish conglomerates have taken over.
There are some striking idiosyncrasies - lads riding out bareheaded, old wooden/concrete running rails, Vincent O'Brien's odd, almost Etonian accent - you'd never guess he was Irish.
The horses themselves are the real stars, as you'd expect: the raw power of Nijinsky, the killer acceleration of Sir Ivor, the pure class of Mill Reef, the magnificence of Arkle . . . happy days.
There are some revealing insights too from backroom players and from the jockeys - Geoff Lewis, Lester, Pat Taaffe.
All in all, this suite of films is the best value I have ever had. Racing fans of my generation in particular will find it hard not to shed a tear for the glory days and our younger selves.