Balls Out

Don’t Judge a Film by its Branding

When I’m old, grey, and even more bitter, I’ll gather my grandchildren around (pulling them away from The Walking Dead, which is still somehow scraping plot-points from the bottom of its shallow barrel) and make them watch ‘Balls Out’.

Yes, it’s a thing. And it’s not the raunchy sort of movie that may come┬áto mind. Although, granted, it’s totally not suitable for grandchildren —┬áthat’ a bad move on future me’s part but you’ve got to understand that 2065 is a different time.