Tuesday, June 28, 2011


We watched “The Fighter” last night.


Don’t get me wrong.  It was a good film, powerfully made, excellently acted, and all the rest.  I “liked” it, as far as feeling like it was worth the time I spent.  It deserved the awards it got.  It wasn’t a waste of a movie.

But holy cow, the people, the story, the language, the whole thing…and that family.  It’s like everything that I can’t stand about sports shoved together, shaken down, rolled up, magnified by ten, and packaged for all the world to see.  Whole families going insane, using one another and anything else in reach to claw their way to the top of…a stinkin’ sport.  Two guys, standing on an elevated mattress, using padded mittens to hit each other in the head. 


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