“There’s nothing more beautiful than the sun setting over a fat man stealing second base.”
It’s slow, the dialogue is on the nose, it does the thing where it stops the movie to explain the central metaphor, it somehow has six epigrams. But what a source of strength it is to know thyself, and what a self it is to be a few sharp pictures, a steady drip of guys, and a profound sense of twilit melancholy.
