Just finished Moneyball.
Here’s the thing about this film: it’s incredibly well-loved. It’s up for best picture, Brad Pitt is up for best actor and people who love neither the Oakland A’s nor the sport of baseball love this film.
Now, imagine that you do love baseball. Imagine that you do love the A’s. Imagine that, a month before the film’s release you lost your brother, your best friend, whom not only loved the sport more than you do but also read the book and loved it. Imagine the two of you were so excited by the idea of an Oakland A’s film written by Aaron Sorkin and starring Brad Pitt that you made plans to see it months in advance. Imagine having to abandon those plans only to eventually watch this by yourself months later.
Only, for more than one reason, I didn’t feel alone.
Now, if someone who couldn’t give a shit about the subject love this film, imagine how a guy like me feels right now.