After Glory Road, my trip down Josh Lucas lane continued with a movie I have seen, oh, maybe three trillion four hundred fifty seven times (no I’m not kidding). So enjoyable. The small town vs. big town? The seven years without going home? So my life, dudes. Sadly without the whole “awesome dude who loves me in each place” bit of the story. Sadly.
Again, as with one of my other recent embarrassing admissions, rather than quoting from important “classics”, movies like this are the ones I quote all the time. You know, things like “You’ve done it, you should recognize the gesture.” or “Oh I missed you allright. But at this range, my aim is bound to improve.”