One of the wags around the office keeps calling soccer “European kickball,” and not coincidentally he’s an irredeemable devotee of that other game, the misnamed and cretinous game of football as it’s played in America. But he’s in the minority. You don’t have to be smart or pretentious or unpatriotic to love the world’s favorite sport, and we can think of no better tribute to that egalitarian spirit than this charming diversion. So it’s basically a teenage romance. Why shouldn’t a movie about the world’s favorite sport have a plot based on the world’s favorite pastime—love? Don’t sweat the title. Even if you have no idea who David Beckham is or how he bends it, you’ll enjoy this British feel-good flick just fine.
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