Also, this is one of the few baseball movies that doesn't try to reverentially depict baseball as this mythic, spiritual pastime sent from the heavens. (Field of Dreams, The Natural, I'm looking at you.) Baseball is a great fucking game. But let's not get carried away, it's still just a game.

I love the attention to detail in this movie. For example, it shows how, up until some time in the '20s, players used to just leave their gloves in the field at the end of an inning as opposed to carrying them back to the dugout. Also, David Strathairn's knuckleball grip is perfect. All in all this is probably the…

Not the first time ST has made this mistake, IIRC.

I could get used to this new one-movie-per-year policy of Wes Anderson's.

I listened to this once and lamented, These guys are the new Weezer, right? Two great albums followed by a precipitous decline?

Me too. I mean, they killed Dr. Joseph Mengele. How does that not make the list?

Hell yeah! This was directed by a former colleague of mine, is indirectly related to the Mets (my first love), and looks generally awesome. So pleased to see this positive review.

A true sabermetrician.

THE DOOR LOCKS! ELLIE, THE DOOR LOCKS!

That's a rather mean thing to say.

This episode lost all believability with me when it mentioned that the Mets were winning.

Don't forget Doug's trio of alter egos, Race Canyon, Quailman, and Smash Adams.

This guy gives Charles Manson a run for his money in White Album-obsessiveness.

I thought this was about to be a Chubby Checker obit. Whew, dodged a bullet there.

Nothing like a milquetoast rock band who makes a living out of rehashing decades-old music while injecting nothing original or interesting of its own into it using the old, "Your music isn't real music!" argument.

A Hard Day's Night and I Should Have Known Better off of A Hard Day's Night.

A yougooglizer, one who speaks at funerals?

Earth to everyone: this movie is a masterpiece.

Velvety.

So if you really love Christmas, come on and let it snow.