Film

Players

Name: Players
Genre: Drama, Romance
Released: 1979
Cast: Ali MacGraw, Dean Paul Martin, Maximilian Schell, Pancho González, Steve Guttenberg

Other titles called Players: the 2012 film.

A 1979 romantic drama set in the world of professional tennis, where a rising star and an older woman engage in a complicated affair against the backdrop of wealth, competition, and ambition. It's a sun-soaked, character-driven study of desire and compromise that captures the gloss and emptiness of that particular moment in sports glamour.

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Coming Home1978

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