The critics are just critics, coz they can only criticize. They do that to all their family and friends, their beautiful wives, and even when they look into their mirrors, they still won't forget to criticize others.
A must see for everyone.
1st, a true hero lives in a regular person, yeah, even a little girl, in her careless family, and male-dominant society, "the rule is boys get the game, ball; girls stand by, cheer" sounds like 70's, even now.
But no, our society needs something big, stronger, something muscular, to present a "Hero" to blind our society in thru Homer's Classics, to Shakespeare's stages, now many many Hollywood big buck, huge name, legally plagiarized films, or franchised special male sports: what's sexy about the fat asses on the dirt mount and green pitch? Gracie would not miss and surely kick all butts, coz they just too huge, and block our TV and movie screens all the time. While Gracie suddenly jumped in and revealed these Empire's new cloth just too small to cover their Hero-look liked, but a truly whored holes that slave to their master's money and prowess all time. Most critics under the "industry" "expertise" once again disclosed their dumb ass opinion in public eye.
70's world was not far way, when 60's moms were afraid of their girls' teen pregnancy, so they would fall into a wrong man's family, prison their whole life in small cells, 70's provided them a solution: condom and pills. So girls were able to walk into the male-dominant world for a benefit of pleasure to serve a masculine-driven society. Rock and drugs, served image of young feminism heroin's shadow, as a forever makeup that nowadays films keep putting on the face of our young fighters. Boys were dressed in jeans,danced in rock, but Gracie was our true Beatle.
Beginning of the movie, a great sign told in a small scene. When her brother Johnny told her "she can do anything", she believed, she walked a few more steps toward the center of field that filled by young boys, she hit the bottle, and put her backyard dream and practice into a miracle use. No wonder, she loved her brother so much, he believed in her, and his faith led her into this game, that is love.
But most critics would not want a simple truth, but a fancy lie, coz it sells! They call it formula, I wonder their critical life is a little bit formulated too! They are just playing along, they do two things: kiss an ass and kick an ass! Meanwhile they know not what to do with their own, cannot hold them, but let go to make our world a shity place!
After death took her brother.
Her dad lived in his beer bottle, but our Graciewas strong, fierce like her mom said. She claimed her love, and was willing to play her brother's game for her brother, her dad laughed just like our critics did. But she fought, she fought for a game, worked hard preparing, spoke out aloud to those who distrusted her. To her view, it was a dark night! And it still is!
A tragic scene in this movie tells us that our household is in vacuum if family members are without faith with each other, coz love does not work Her actions when faith is not in the heart a person. When Johnny departed, his dad saw his son, his boy, his image, and his dream bearer disappeared, so he was drowning in beer, a typical 70's dad. And Gracie took a another road of regular rebellious teen, she was 15. she quited her soccer dream, and played the pickup game on street, fooled about with beachboys, and drove without permit, tried discovering unprotected teen sex; but her Dad broke into her off course life. This is a great movie to alarm family parents to strength the girder of a household, and a good chance to lead a family to a teen sex and life talk. Let's not cover the things up like our politicians. Is there any good movie of another Hollywood production is simple, unique, better than this true story movie? Sex, Money, Violence, we've got them in all other films, but this is just life story, those million dollar writers just cannot frame it.
If critics cannot even read a simple passionate film, why they deserve anything better?! Their love ones bring them a dish, they yell, too salty! Without knowing what is really in the dish!
Greatness is in the simple things!
They say, it is lack of speech; while Gracie was 15, her Dad a furniture tech, mom a nurse; what they expect, reading a poetry or prose of Frost? or sing a Broadway song?
She said "Give me the ball" she got it. Her will, love and faith does not slave to anyone, or any concept.
Yup her heroism raised, rose from her backyard to the boy's training field, and when her coach saw her skill and lured her into the game, as his wish, and told her teammate to fake an injury, told her "whatever you do, don't miss"(Male Coach's way) she hit the side post; coz her destiny chose her to parade step by step from the stereotype sideline to the ugly violent center field, and shined her talent and skill in her magical touch, dribble, dance, and shot a wonderful goal(Gracie way). She scored, a solo run, in the eye of fans, but her strength, faith and love for the game was with her all the way, all the way, every fight, battle, and game, every step of her way. That moment, she was Gracie, of herself, of her family, of her teammates, fans, and she is Grace of all the girls, even to the her critics, and boyish men!
She is our Grace, go Gracie, go!