Fever Pitch (1997)
http://www.imdb.com/Title?0119114
Luke Aikman …. Young Paul
Bea Guard …. Paul’s Sister
Neil Pearson (I) …. Paul’s Dad
Ruth Gemmell …. Sarah Hughes
Colin Firth …. Paul Ashworth
Bu film hakki verilmemis, Ingiliz filmi oldugu icin fazla dikkate alinmamis bir sahaser benim icin. Futbol taraftarligi uzerine benim bildigim yapilmis en iyi film. (daha iyisini bilen varsa lutfen soylesin).
Ama isin guzeli, hic futbolla ilginiz olmasa bile zevkle izleyebilirsiniz. Filmin uyarlandigi kitabin yazari Nick Hornby. High Fidelity ve About A Boy filmleri de onun kitaplarindan uyarlanmisti. O filmleri biliyorsaniz, zekice diyaloglar ve kaliteli bir senaryo oldugunu zaten tahmin edersiniz.
Film bir Arsenal taraftarinin hayatini gercek olaylara dayanarak anlatiyor. Yaklasik 11-12 yasindan baslayarak her sezon Arsenal maclarina giden ama tam 18 yil sampiyonluk goremeyen bir cocugun hikayesi. Bridget Jones’s Diary’den Colin Firth basrolde. Film aslinda bir romantik komedi, bir adamin tutkyla bagli oldugu takimi ile sevgilisi arasinda kalmasini anlatiyor. Ayni sekilde sevgilisinin onun takimina olan bagliligini bir turlu anlayamamasini…
IMDB notuna fazla aldanmayin, ozellikle futbolseverlerin kacirmamasi gereken bir film bence.
Bu filmi zamaninda Turkiye’de gosterime sokmayan ve burayi okuyan dagitimcilara sesleniyorum. Biraz akillica yapilmis, orta halli bir reklam kampanyasi ile bu film Turkiye’de kulaktan kulaga yayilip patlama yapabilirdi. Ama sansinizi artik kacirdiniz.
Filmin icinden bazi cok anlamli monologlar…
Anthropologists have always had a hard time with football. The trouble is, you can only see what’s on the outside. But there is an inside, believe it or not.
We all have our reasons for loving things the way we do.
Why is it that adults aren’t supposed to go mad about anything? You’ve got to keep a lid on it.
And if you don’t then people are apparently entitled to say what they like: You haven’t grown up. You’re a moron. Your conversation is trivial and boorish. You can’t express your emotional needs, you can’t relate to your children and you die lonely and miserable.
But, you know, what the hell.
Every cloud has a silver lining.
It’s not easy to become a football fan. It takes years. But if you put in the hours you’re welcomed, without question, into a new family.
Except in this family, you care about the same people and hope for the same things.
And what’s childish about that?
Steve: It’s the smoking.
Paul: It’s not the smoking, Steve, it’s the crapness.
Football has meant too much to me, and come to represent too many things.
See, after a while, it all gets mixed up in your head, and you can’t remember whether life’s shit because Arsenal are shit or the other way around.
I’ve been to watch too many games, and spent too much money, and fretted about Arsenal when I should have been fretting about something else. I’ve asked too much of the people I love.
OK. I can accept all that.
… But I don’t know, perhaps, it’s something you can’t understand unless you belong?
What about this? Three minutes to go and you’re two–one up in a semi-final and you look around and you see all those thousands of faces contorted with fear and hope and worry, everyone lost, everything else gone out of their heads… Then the whistle blows and everyone goes to spare, and just for those few minutes, you’re at the centre of the whole world. And the fact that you care so much, that the noise you have made has been such a crucial part of it all, is what makes it special. Because you’ve seen every bit as important as the players, and if you hadn’t been there, then who’d be bothered about football, really?
And the great thing is it comes round again and again. There’s always another season. You lose the Cup final in May, well there’s the third round to look forward to in January. And what’s wrong with that? It’s actually pretty comforting if you think about it.
Most of the time.
But every now and then–not very often, but it happens–you catch a glimpse of a world that doesn’t work like that–a world that doesn’t stop in May and begin again in August. There’s some stuff that just never comes back, and some stuff that just won’t go away, and some stuff that you can’t ignore even if you wanted to.
When I think back to the 26th of May 1989 now, it’s impossible to explain what happened to either of us–all three of us, if you count the team.
But I do know this. Something happened between me and Arsenal that night. It was as if I jumped on to the shoulders of the team and they carried me into the light that had suddenly shown down on all of us. And the lift they gave me enabled me to part company from them, in some ways.
We still see each other all of the time, I still love them and hate them all at the same time, but I have my own life now, and my own successes and failures aren’t necessarily linked up with theirs. And that’s got to be a good thing.
I suppose.
