the cosmic sports biopic comedy thriller america's been waiting for. a lost tribe abandoning their elders to con their way into another pointless dream, risking it all to ball, the 80s as a portal to understanding the 50s from the 2020s. a legacy of jewish pain and faults from the pyramids to the holocaust to the atom bomb, chasing old hollywood shiksas and sacks of cash to a tomorrow where we can pretend we won't keep making the same mistakes.…

glad he’s fully broken out of his horror cage and into toon town, but that didn’t make this less boring. people have said they’re not ready to see covid depicted in film, and i disagree—let’s get to making some images here. but once all the remember-thats end, what’s left? lonely men see themselves as warriors defending a home front under siege. young lefties are closer to the liberal parents they rebel against than they’d like to admit. maybe in 50…