Murderball

I’m convinced that most documentaries are put together as a way of helping people get to sleep. Glacially slow storytelling, minute points (if there any points at all) and sappy narration are the rule more than they are the exception.

Not so Murderball. From its electric guitar soundtrack to its brutal sports footage to its unflinching looks at the athletes, this documentary is made of very different stuff.

A must-see.

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