The flashily photographed enterprise too often becomes a blur of sound bites and slick aesthetics akin to a Nike commercial.

"The Program" fails to add anything new, or penetrate the soul of so crafty a cheater.

It never goes deep on what it was that produced the awfulness that is Lance Armstrong.

When this shiny penny is turned over, the film's kinetic racing ends and it reveals its dichotomy to dive into the seedy and troubled backstory of drug abuse, rampant doping, investigative journalism, and immense hidden cover-up.