Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
On 2005-08-09 00:20:07 by jamihnSome girls want ponies. Some girls want, um, bigger animals.
It really shouldn’t surprise me, but I was truly disheartened to see that Dukes of Jessica Simpson’s Brown-Eye was number one at the box office this weekend. Hollywood makes a shitty movie out of a shitty television show and people reward that shit with a number one? There be no justice here!
While some knuckle-draggers satisfied their baser instincts watching things bump up into Jessica Simpson’s under carriage, I hit the indy house to check out Murderball. Excellent flick and proof that eMTyVee isn’t completely worthless. Murderball is the original name for wheel chair rugby. If you are likely to believe of yourself that you are somehow hardcore, until you’ve strapped into a rugby wheelchair, you ain’t shit. These guys are hardcore! If I were stuck in a dark alleyway and some fucktard was holding me up for money, I’d want one of these guys to bail my scrawny ass out. You’re not hardcore unless you live hardcore! Credit must be given to MTV. Somehow, they’ve managed to parlay their years of filthy reality shit into documentary filming. They somehow use their dark powers for good. The shots are great and the music enhances the piece.
You might not expect a lot of drama from a documentary, but Muderball has delivers drama a plenty. Though just a snap shot of a more vast reality, Murderball gives us some small insight into the lives of the players. If it were all heavy, I dare say you’d want to kill yourself walking out of the theater. But there are plenty of ball busting funny moments that keep the mood light.
If you still have money left over from torturing your eyes with visions of morons driving around in a fucking Charger named after a Confederate General, head on over to your local indy theater and check out Murderball.
