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I find tennis boring in general. Guadagnino proved to me that tennis-centered movies might be twice as boring. Delivering that tiny bit of sense (provided there has been some) might have been equally successful in half the time of this one, cutting the excessfully long tournament scenes - yes, we've got it from the first minutes that the characters play tennis and yes, we know basically how a match looks like so it makes no sense at all to merge a awfully skinny plot with 100 % predictable turns with an almost full scale match.

Secondly, this film makes you desire for a special cinematografic law limiting the number of flashbacks, expecially when almost half of those are immotivated.

Thirdly I'm not certain whether the authors wanted to stress how incredibly dull the sportsmen life seems to be, but they've anyway achieved quite nicely this goal. All the characters are being depicted as void automas, with the least possible amount of feelings, even less life interests, almost uncapable of any normal actions apart, of course, hitting the ball with a racket. Ending a career is equal to death, even though you're just in your thirties and it makes you wonder how come they've managed to give birth to a child, for from the tennis-centered point of view it is a completely poitless act. Rather obviously neither character is capable of transmitting a single bit of empathy or simpathy, therefore apart from the desire to reach as soon as possible the final, no other feeling is being generated - you completely don't care who is going to win or lose, would Zendaya's character sleep with the one or the other or with both of them or with neither of them or would travel back to Dune to coach Timothée Chalamet.