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This sweetly innocent yet infectious movie diagnoses the malaise of an interdependently skilled society and prescribes a dose of premeditated spontaneity as nepenthe. The movie will change you. The javelin throwing Oly and her bumbling obsessed coaches will remind any viewer of their own fascinations with the unattainable love paradigms that others present to us. Rock on Mr. Byington! We salute you.

Terrence Malick probably didn't mean to make the greatest movie ever made; but he very quietly succeeded. This is the film that inspires script-reading parties at Bruce Willis' house and all over LA to this day. This is the film whose lines and musical score continue to resurface in Quentin Tarantino's movies (like True Romance). This is it. Make no mistake. Watching the self-aware and self-determined Martin Sheen play out the hand he has been dealt as the serial killer (nearly Charles Starkweather) in love explains the sleaux of poor imitations that followed (Natural Born Killers). See this immediately!