James

as a certified ball lover, this is a very solid film made about a very weird moment in baseball history. the choice to juxtapose the universal joy of mcgwire hitting 62 (and saving baseball) with maris’ achievement and the disdain for breaking one of the sacred marks of babe ruth (overrated fucking hack who would shit his pants at having to face paul skenes or a yamamoto splitter) was fascinating to watch. we can all agree on one thing though: no shit a lefty bat for the yankees broke the record, the short porch in right is made for that shit.

if hollywood put out a dozen of these movies every year, i’d see all of them. matt johnson does so well showcasing the perils of the technologic revolution, howerton is perfect as the soul-sucking power-hungry CEO that probably would’ve completely succeeded in his goal if he came along closer to now. this absolutely should’ve gotten more love at the time, but it’s going to age beautifully

maybe i’m too online, but nothing about this was a ground-breaking revelation. i get theroux’s style is “point the camera and let the subject dig their own hole”, but all the manosphere guys do is talk into cameras. they’re always going to look like idiots to some, geniuses to others, and everything else in between. it almost doesn’t matter to point them out now, the damage is done.