I took a trip to the cinema to watch this film. It was the only film showing that I thought I could sit through. I had seen the trailer and even then I thought – huh a sports film but about table tennis, no thanks. But I went anyway. The tide was low along the esplanade as I drove in, I could see all the mud bank. As is customary I rated this film on IMDb after I watched and there’s a whole communication dealing with the scoring system.
I started out quite liking this film. There were some very strange opening credits but then it settled down into some serious table tennis. Eventually I got fed up though. WHY IS THIS FILM 2.5 HOURS LONG? I realised that Marty is a supreme cunt who is a selfish narcissist. What an absolutely entitled prick that man is. At around the two hour mark I was willing to give him my own money so he could get to Japan and end this fucking movie. I got to a point where I could see no redeeming features in Marty and that was it, the moment of realisation that I was watching this just to see how it ended.