As the off-season approaches, we’re sure to resume casting for our nascent baseballing epic, MLB: The Movie. For now, a couple of images of New York Tankees have me pondering who should direct this myth.
Raul said that’s that, mattress man.
Consider these images from Anderson’s 2002 film Punch-Drunk Love:
Consider some of Mr. Scott’s sports-based, rain-soaked best:
The question is, What feel to we want this film to have? Do we want it to feel an epileptic fit fueled by testosterone, chief motif: monsoons? Or do we want each shot to be beautiful and symbolic, the film sure to work to a resounding emotional crescendo?
You decide. You can also decide, if you haven’t already, whether I’m an elitist asshole with nothing to say.