With a bit of Arabian influence backing the score, we follow the varied lives of three newborn foals. Even at birth they endear us, stretching out their legs attempting to pitch themselves into a stance, each doddering like popsicle sticks joined by a rubber band.

Eventually the ponies are separated from their parents and sold at auction. Though one, through a fake freak accident, heads for the forest to enjoy/endure the proud harsh lonely mustang existence. One horse is bridled and taught to compete in the rigid world of show-jumping. But stubborn horse and stubborn rider don't quite see eye to eye, so this horse is sold off to a stunt animal trainer where the second fake freak accident occurs. The remaining horse trots to the track, racing alongside other able thoroughbreds.

The two contrived accidents aside, the tale feels true, warm-hearted and told with love and care for the animal. (The director told us, such a bond occurred between he and they that those three horses now live with him in Australia.)

The production is mostly horse-centered as evidenced by its pointed comments towards racing, "Speed evolved for protection is now used for our entertainment."

Highlights include: horses galloping along the sandy-beach coastline, slow-mo horse race, one particular shot of horse and rider jumping the camera.

On the whole, simply, one of the warmest LF pictures I've seen to date.