merely talk

I headed out to go see Wimbledon with Anna last night at the charming Varsity Theatre. The movie was everything I wanted it to be and more. I am known as a bit of a sports movie sucker. I'm not a big sports fan, except for the CFL and even then my interest in it is touch and go, but I am a great lover of sports movies. There's just something about those underdogs and the crowds and the pretty. I love it.

Wimbledon was no exception. The love story was surprisingly cute. So much so that I found myself not hating Kirsten Dunst. Which is huge. But in the end it wasn't the real focus of the film. This was all about Peter Colt (the ever sexy, beautifully sarcastic Paul Bettany). It was about his tennis game, his friends, his family. And the last half an hour was thrilling. You wanted to cheer each point he made and yell at the stupid calls made against him. I forgot I was watching a movie quite a few times I was just so involved in the game. And I know absolutely nothing of tennis.

Also, the opening credits are worth the price of admission alone. They are incredibly cool and witty.