This is the first in an ongoing series of movie reviews from my child hood. If it makes you feel old to know that I'm 29 then I am sorry. If you have any films that you think would fit here write me and let me know at firstname.lastname@example.org and remember to tune in to 24 Frames every Thursday at 8pm on Channel 5.
A football game could be defined as 22 guys beating the hell out of each other for 60 minutes. It’s rough, inelegant, and full of foul language that no man would share in the presence of the opposite sex. It’s a game that grown men play, while other grown men and women watch and cheer, gamble, and drink copious amounts of alcohol hoping their team comes out on top. On its surface football seems barbaric, a modern gladiator arena where meatheads take their medicine and dish it out too. One man was able to look at football though and see something more, a story worth telling.