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Oliver Stone is a pain-in-the-ass director because he's always chasing sensationalism in his films as he realizes the fickleness of the masses and how they're in the hands of the media.
The film he made is a masterpiece that only Americans are capable of creating.
Everything is larger-than-life, everything takes on gigantic proportions; when you watch this film, you realize just how much of a pitiful Italian you are and how people who kick a ball are sharper than you.
This is the plot; I've put it in English to give an idea of how the film is something distant from us, not as a nation, but as a status.
I've always thought that making this kind of film about soccer could be amazing, and not like those crappy Goal and Goal2 movies that feel like the movie version of "Olly and Benji," with the classic poor southerner who becomes a legend and says, "Hi! I'm Cassano, and if I made it... You can too!"
In Any Given Sunday, everything is a notch above, while you playing at SNAI never win because you bet 1 euro on 865 teams.
Of course, you'll lose, you big ignoramus, how do you expect to guess all those teams???
If you don't take risks, you won't win, but as it happens, we're pitiful and obtuse, and along with SNAI, if it happens, we'll gamble even on the lottery, in the utopian hope of winning 140000000000000000000000 euros.
But then, excuse me, you, a simple consumer and taxpayer earning 1000 euros a month, do you really believe the State would give you all that money??? And if a terrorist won, what would they ask him? Where did you get the money for the atomic bomb?? And he'd say: I won it at SNAI.
The money you gambled is taken by politicians or at best used to rebuild L'Aquila because it's a Masonic center along with Washington in the world, and since we're a satellite country of the USA, we have to endure, otherwise they'll kick us out of the European Union, and then with the lira again, we'll be screwed!
Let's continue with the review; if you want to see it this way, when you go to the Super Bowl in America, it's like going to the circus to see a gigantic show with your kids, and you have fun, then you go home and continue with your pathetic mediocre life waiting for the American Dream.
In the film, which boasts an amazing cast, there's everything and every actor, all famous, because Oliver Stone is sharp on that too.
There's the athlete at the end of his career (Dennis Quaid) whom no one cares about anymore, but who makes a fuss because he wants to play, and the team has had enough.
There's LL COOL J who is slick and is a few touchdowns away from a million-dollar prize, there's Sensi's daughter (Cameron Diaz), a kind of Balotelli (Jamie Foxx) but smarter, who, when he sees money, can't understand anything anymore and dumps the ugly wife he met at 13 and now surrounded by real beauties, wants nothing more to do with her.
There's the team's management, cynical and ruthless, ready to make money, and then there's also Benitez/Mourinho (Al Pacino) who, when he wins everything, acts cocky and tells everyone to go to hell.
In short, there are the classic stereotypes, but Oliver, my friend, is so skilled at making everything dynamic and a notch above because he's sharp, classy, and knows what he's doing.
The Super Bowl attracts more than 500000000 million Americans, and Oliver, who is sharp, knows this.
Unfortunately, on this site, there are some know-it-alls who DON'T KNOW and think they do, only good for writing lousy and idiotic comments from their 400 Euro PC, that in life, talent takes you where you need to be regardless of money, while the KNOW-IT-ALLS are left to sulk and play philosophers behind their PC.
I dedicate this film to all the know-it-alls Clem! Clem!
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