A profoundly human and deeply compelling work, one of the most genuinely melancholic and bleak things I’ve ever seen.
It’s fascinating that it’s presented as a documentary about football, when football is really just a background element, and I think this is a kind of deliberate artistic choice: as if the film frames the subject around what it’s supposed to be about, while that very subject is barely visible within the picture.
Because not only in the scenes where football is discussed, but even in those where this “football 2.0” is actually played, it all takes place in a run-down, shabby gym somewhere in Eastern Europe, with faded lines on the floor and players who aren’t even wearing matching kits (not to mention they’re playing five-a-side, when years and years of theory had always taken eleven-a-side as the reference point).
It’s a film about the meaning of life in the purest sense.
A profoundly human and deeply compelling work, one of the most genuinely melancholic and bleak things I’ve ever seen.
It’s fascinating that it’s presented as a documentary about football, when football is really just a background element, and I think this is a kind of deliberate artistic choice: as if the film frames the subject around what it’s supposed to be about, while that very subject is barely visible within the picture.
Because not only in the scenes where football is discussed, but even in those where this “football 2.0” is actually played, it all takes place in a run-down, shabby gym somewhere in Eastern Europe, with faded lines on the floor and players who aren’t even wearing matching kits (not to mention they’re playing five-a-side, when years and years of theory had always taken eleven-a-side as the reference point).
It’s a film about the meaning of life in the purest sense.
