Phil Albinus = father of three, husband, magazine editor, paperback hound, frustrated drummer, and aspiring novelist. I wear khakis - got a problem with that?
Wonderful movie. Lord knows, I’m not a baseball fan and I was expecting a typical sports movie that ends with a big game and enough fist pumping for a Tony Scott finale. Instead Moneyball is about the deals, the reports, how strangers judge young talent and people in their 30s and 40s being told that their jobs are no longer theirs. One scene from the movie could have been word for word from when I was laid-off, “Phil, I’m going to come right out and say it …” Capote director Bennet Miler has one true talent: restraint of camera and tongue. This is a quiet movie of slow reveals.
Oh, and Brad Pitt is a fucking movie star. Sure, the camera loves him but he has such an ease and self-assurance that it’s like watching a young Robert Redford. Can’t teach that in acting school.
