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Posted June 9, 2012
It's a shame that the only other review of this film didn't get
It's a shame that the only other review of this film didn't get it. This ain't "Rudy", it's a beautiful character study of a lower middle class working stiff whose only hope in life is to march to victory vicariously, on the shoulders of Giants; The New York Giants. Paul's facade is that of the "#1 Giants fan", but in reality he's just an insecure guy who can't even call his favorite sports-talk show without a script in front of him. Of course he lives in his mother's basement, and takes relentless abuse from angry customers at the parking garage where he works. The deep pain he feels from his meager existence, however, is all forgotten when Sunday rolls around. Sadly the heroes he has exalted turn out to be worse than he is, as his sincere but naive appreciation of their greatness is shattered by the reality of who they are. Yet Paul remains loyal, even after his heart, and several bones are broken. The real enemy is a fan of the opposing team. The climactic scene when he finally confronts his radio call-in rival, Philadelphia Phil is both shocking and oddly hilarious when the truth is revealed.
This is a story of hero worship gone terribly awry as Paul inadvertently unmasks his idol, only to discover that behind that facade is a face far uglier than his own. This is a sort of "Death of A Salesman" for sports fanatics. Paul is Willy Loman, in a way. He's a phony, but an endearing phony, who is just doing the best that he can.
Let me be clear, this is not a great film, nor is it a particularly important one, but it is a very good story of the pathos of everyday existence, as we struggle to define ourselves in a world where those we hold up as heroes, are not worthy of the effort it takes to lift them there.
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