The BOREST (could i say so? or MOST BORING?) film i've ever seen (ok, maybe the second one: "Family Man" with Nicholas Cage is a little more awful). God knows i love football, but this film disproved women are possible to reason on sports. I've tried to watch it fearlessly, but couldn't help it: it's a pale green bore with pathetic attempts to show the "inner life of British working class heroes", "the class struggle" and all that. Soap opera meets Angry Young Men cinematography and goes to the area of a sugary drama. Dead dialogs. Puppet-like actors. Seems like "directoresse" didn't even made them play something. She'd better focus on some TV-series like, sort of, "Grace Under Fire" or something. How the idea to make a FOOTBALL movie only came to the head of this respectable woman?? Do excuse my not-so-perfect English, guys. :-)
Review of When Saturday Comes
