Category: Film Reviews

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June 5, 2010 / / Film Reviews

There’s something about football that speaks to me on a level that most other things can’t. Or don’t want to. Or just haven’t even considered trying to do. First, it is a sport that I play, that breaths life into me when I take the field. Running for a ball isn’t so much as running, working, exercising as it is being a part of a larger pageant. Those who aren’t football fans will cry excessive use of force with that description, but those who are fans will agree.

On this, the 4th night of the Kicking and Screening film festival, we watched Eine Andere Liga (2005, dir: Buket Alakus), a German movie about a Turkish-German girl, Hayat (Karoline Herfurth), who is diagnosed with breast cancer at a young age and gets a mastectomy. Besides the obvious traumas involved in losing a part of yourself and battling a ferocious disease, Hayat struggles with going through the final stages of puberty and discovering men. The background to all of this is Hayat’s love of football and her desire to continue playing despite being weakened by her medication and surgery. It is a fairly straightforward and formulaic story in many respects, but the way it was handled, especially by the fantastic Karoline Herfurth, left me feeling closer to both football as a uniter and outlet because it is the human undercurrent in every game, the daily struggles by every player, from the best players in the world down to lowly old me and my crappy pickup games, that makes our game as wonderful and beautiful as it is.

June 4, 2010 / / Film Reviews

Night 3 of Kicking and Screening was all about the pooface in the middle. I mean the man in the middle. My previous discussion of K&S can be found herehere, and here; tickets for tonight and tomorrow here. Of all the nights, this was the one I was looking forward to the most because the feature, El Arbitro, focused on La Liga; the movie was also made by Justin Webster, who made FC Barcelona Confidential. My review of that movie can be found here.

June 3, 2010 / / Film Reviews

Last night I attended Night 2 of the Kicking and Screening film festival in Tribeca Cinemas here in NYC (previous parts here and here, tickets here). The previous night was about fans, about the passion for the game that we all have, but last night was a more somber affair. I don’t really know if he’s the one that said it first or not, but it’s certainly attributed by history to William Tecumseh Sherman: “War is Hell.”

June 2, 2010 / / Film Reviews

Tonight was the first night of the Kicking and Screening film festival in Tribeca (previously discussed here), meaning I was not only on my best behavior (I didn’t scream things at the screen a single time–I must be getting old), but I was also taking notes on the movies and thinking as intelligently as I could about topics covered in the panel discussion. I burned a lot of calories doing it, I can assure you; I can see why all these movie reviewers are so fit.

May 25, 2010 / / Film Reviews

Just to earn my movie review merit badge before I head off to the K&S Film Festival and blog about that for a week, I thought I would review a documentary that I recently watched. It’s called FC Barcelona Confidential as well as FC Barcelona: The Inside Story, depending on where you’re looking.

Directed by Justin Webster and Daniel Hernández, this 2004 documentary looks at the first year of Joan Laporta’s reign as president of FC Barcelona from a very inside perspective. The team was granted amazing access to Laporta, his team, and the club throughout the year, starting from the night they won the election. From the outset, it is obvious that Laporta, then vice president Sandro Rosell, Marc Ingla, and the rest of the board are aware they are being filmed, but the crew still managed to capture some very heartfelt moments, such as when Laporta, in the middle of the season with the team struggling to win matches and the media breathing down his neck, stands alone in a darkened Camp Nou on the presidential balcony and screams “Barça!” at the empty stadium.