Moneyball (review)
I had been reduced to a slobbering gushy mess by the end of this gloriously entertaining movie even though I’d spend the entirety of the running time before this marveling at how this is the least sentimental baseball movie ever.
I had been reduced to a slobbering gushy mess by the end of this gloriously entertaining movie even though I’d spend the entirety of the running time before this marveling at how this is the least sentimental baseball movie ever.
This is a ridiculous movie. And yet, I enjoyed the hell out it. Not just because Hugh Jackman is in it. In IMAX. Though that doesn’t hurt.