It may be that we are not too cold about the sport of billiards, which makes this movie score so low. Before watching Martin's documentary, I knew that the editor called him a music library, and the convergence of various scenes with music was just right, and it was only felt in this movie.
There are so many pursuits of money behind a game, and Eddie can talk about the puzzles behind the field that he has struggled back then, but it seems irrelevant. Maybe the years have washed away his fighting spirit and perseverance. Everything is about money, and no amount of "booze" can bring pride on the court.
Eddie is like a persuasive teacher, and like a scam veteran who works every step of the way. In the first arena, he was killed by teaching Vincent, played by Brother Tom, for his kindness. It further strangles the publicity of his personality that belongs to the youth. Pushing him step by step into a money game, he didn't return.
In his twilight years, he never forgot the glory of that year, and watching Vincent show his skills like a wolf, he must have rekindled his passion. However, I was defeated by a higher-ranking liar, only to realize that there was never a winner in the face of profit, and it was always just a pawn in a money game.
This sport has no collision, no shouts, and even a little sweat, which can make a white-haired old man revitalize. Perhaps this is the reason why billiards have survived in the West. The calm showdown is attractive.
The victory won with dignity is far greater than that of money. A victory can make him scream like a child outside the door, and then walk back calmly.
Just like the last sentence "hey, I'm back", he came back, just like the self who galloped on the field 20 years ago, not forgetting his true colors.
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