(This review was guest-written by guy whose too depressed about this film to crack jokes, Ryan Mains)
Sports films, if done poorly or even well, are predictable. The average film tells the story of an underdog who climbs to the top while focusing more on the sport than on the psyche of the player. However, every once in a while a film makes the sport an afterthought, and leaves things much more up to what drives the people playing it. Rocky, Raging Bull, and Warrior all come to mind. These films are more often than not better than their paint-by-numbers counterparts, and I can proudly say that Foxcatcher is one of these films.
