The average Australian probably couldn't care less about NFL. That puts this film, the latest from director Oliver Stone, into a difficult position here from the start. The story is of an aging team coach (Pacino) battling an up and coming club owner (Diaz), plus a cocky young star just coming into his own (Foxx). The only thing this film has in common with previous Oliver Stone epics like JFK and Natural Born Killers is the length. This is a very long film, at 150 minutes, and probably should have been cut down to two hours, perhaps by removing some of the utterly incomprehensible game scenes. I know American Football pretty well, but I had no idea what was going on in most of the game scenes. The characters are generally clichs with no depth, and almost every line (especially from Pacino) is shouted. But somehow there's a glimpse in here of the real Oliver Stone. I just can't help but think that the film could've been a lot better with more discipline in the editing. Yet another example of why a director shouldn't be allowed into the edit room under any circumstances.