The "crappy team-new coach-miracle game"
movie formula (was there any better than Hoosiers?)
is one we're all
familiar with, oui? BALLS OUT is in that genre. I think we
can agree that one's mood going in will have some effect on the movie
experience, and my mood last night when I watched Gary the Tennis Coach was
very much balls-out (mo Sup
is out of town).
I enjoyed this movie enormously. You might too. There's
some scant nipplery, and outrageously filthy language involved, but I
don't think this movie works without it. Srsly. I gave it 4
stars. That will in some eyes reflect badly on my ability to
judge quality; to them, I give it 5 stars. Have fun.
Note: I
watched it on NetFlix
Instant, which is almost the best thing in the world.
If English subtitles were available (my hearing), it would rank with
macadamia nuts, pizza, Terps basketball, my grandchildren, and
something else I forget, on the Joie de vivre
scale. You're welcome. |