Calling this documentary fawning would be an understatement. I don't know, maybe there just aren't any warts on this Phillies player turned broadcaster. He sure seemed like a nice guy that everybody liked. The problem is that nice guys who lead good lives generally don't make for the most interesting films. But I did like the part where he went off on a tirade about how much he hated catchers. It was partly insane but totally funny.
Well, that's it. My sixth film festival is over. I saw 49 movies over 13 days, subsisting mainly on granola bars. I know that sounds like a lot but they showed 143 movies at this year's festival (they'll tell you that it's over 260 but that's counting each individual short), so I barely saw a third of what they had to offer. I mean, I missed 94 movies.
Sigh. There just isn't enough time.
Anyway, stay tuned. I have a backlog of films I saw before the fest that I still haven't written about and I plan on updating this site more regularly in the future. Thanks for reading!
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