Emily Thomas3 said:@Nicholas Edwards4 - there aren't any female fans in baseball.
@goldenhound32 - honestly, that monologue was my favorite part of the movie. I actually think characters should break the fourth wall a bit more often and just realize they're characters.
ontopic: nothing like that here. I mostly watch movies on my PC, and when I turn on the TV, it's strictly sports. I've stumbled across all kinds of random crap while channel surfing, but no regrets—it's all research for the job.
Well, if they actually show up to the podium, then maybe we'll see something happen. 😁
By the way, "cheerleaders" aren't just fans or spectators. I honestly don't know if there's even an American term that captures the nuance perfectly, but we definitely need a better word for that concept.
@goldenhound32 - For me, that monologue was easily the highlight of the entire film. Honestly, I think the characters could benefit from breaking the fourth wall a bit more often—just to acknowledge their own existence as characters within the narrative.
I don't particularly mind when a film decides to break the fourth wall. It can work if handled correctly. However, I felt that the execution during that specific monologue missed the mark entirely. I'm planning to revisit it on YouTube later to see if it's actually available there, and then I'll provide a more definitive take on what exactly went wrong.
Not really my thing. I mostly stick to watching movies on my PC. While I was browsing through some TV channels, I stumbled upon all sorts of absolute garbage. Honestly, I don't even regret it; it’s all just part of the job.
+1.
Emily Thomas3 said:But honestly, knowing the van Damme catalog is key to actually getting this film. Without his past work, this movie wouldn't even exist. That's basically the definition of postmodern.
Heh, acting like we’re analyzing the complete works of James Joyce... what’s the point of studying this guy's filmography when every single movie he makes—with the exception of JCVD—follows the exact same formula? And let’s be clear here: I’ve sat through far more than five Jean-Claude van Damme films, and that’s not even counting JCVD.