For those of you aficionados of cinema, Eusebio at Uno o Dos Toques has attempted valiantly to answer a very basic question: why do football movies inevitably suck? Eusebio looks at films from all walks of sport, and also has a few fantastic Spanish language films listed from the Di Stefano era. My favorite, Las Ibericas, is amazing for both subtly and goofily mocking machista culture. This is in stark contrast to the real world incident in Naquera, Spain, which my sources indicate sadly is true.
As for cinema and sport, this marriage suffers from a failed divorce. My basic feeling is that we as fans are too close to the reality to indulge in the fiction. We are the parents of actors – no matter how talented our offspring springs, we changed the diapers and remember the smell. We also love them, so no matter how awful the Montague monologue, we put on a charming smile and change the subject. Immediately.
The only two sport films I enjoy are Rocky and Slapshot. Rocky was good natured Hollywood fun with a workout montage that timeless conversations with turtles. Slapshot is, well, Wayne’s World meets ice hockey. Neither took themselves too seriously, unlike, say Any Given Sunday. Blah.
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