Film

Any Given Sunday

Name: Any Given Sunday
Genre: Drama
Released: 1999
Cast: Al Pacino, Cameron Diaz, Dennis Quaid, James Woods, Jamie Foxx

Oliver Stone turns pro football into an all-out sensory assault — whip-pans, strobing edits, a sound mix that hits like a blitz. Beneath the chaos it's a surprisingly old-fashioned story: an aging coach, a rookie forced into the spotlight, a franchise being dragged into a new corporate age. Pacino roars, Foxx announces himself as a star. Exhausting, overstuffed, and completely alive.

TMDb rating

6.8

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