Infinite Football (2018) Directed by Corneliu Porumboiu (documentary, bordering on mockumentary) 8B
Infinite Football, which must have cost a pittance to make, is a sliver of a movie with a few simple camera set-ups.. But somehow the movie develops a peculiar charm and no shortage of thoughtful implications about a whole host of things. The content is simply a conversation between Romanian director Corneliu Pourmboiu and former Romanian soccer star and present Romania government bureaucrat, Laurentiu Ghinghina. Ghinghina, seeking more freedom of play, wants to change the rules of soccer to make it a better game. His elaborate explanations are at one point interrupted by constituents who ask him for favours, most of which he can’t grant. One 93-year-old woman has been trying to get her land returned to her for 27 years, and he tells her a message for her is in the mail. Romanian bureaucracy seems in greater need of change than football. Later a couple of pick-up teams try to use the new rules with not much success. A coach comments that FIFA would never accept the changes anyway. Still Ghinghina bravely persists, trying to find a solution that isn’t there. I had to root for Ghinghina, though, as he is so well-intentioned despite the impossible odds against him. The movie can be read many different ways. Indirectly it seems to speak to Romania’s past and present, to the limits of rule making, to the near impossibility of meaningful change, to the pitfalls of idealism, and to the shaky line between making things better and making them worse. Porumboiu throws in some off-the-cuff moments for good measure such as when Ghinghina’s father enters the picture with some rather profound advice about art and about life in general. A lovely, whimsical black-on-colouir animated coda (which will remind you of the dancing ostriches in Fantasia) closes the film.
Throughout the film, the droll Romanian humour is much in evidence. It’s not to everybody’s taste and easy to miss sometimes, but I have developed a real fondness for it. Parts of the movie reminded me of Spinal Tap which often had a disbelieving interviewer questioning a sincere but misguided musician. Infinite Football is gentler than that, but the comparison remains hard to resist.
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