Movies about obsessed fans are invariably creepy (
Misery,
The King of Comedy,
Play Misty for Me), but in this one nobody suffers worse than the fan himself. Patton Oswalt stars as a New York Giants diehard whose lonely job as a nighttime parking lot attendant in Staten Island gives him plenty of time to fill up a grubby notebook with paeans to his team, which he delivers over the phone to a radio call-in show. When he approaches the star quarterback in a nightclub, the spooked athlete responds by kicking his ass; the superfan is pressed to make a statement by police and urged to file a lawsuit by his ambulance-chasing brother, but the team is so integral to his fragile sense of self-worth that he won’t take action. Robert D. Siegel, whose screenplay for
The Wrestler also considered the dark underbelly of professional sports, debuts here as writer-director, and though the movie isn’t much to look at, he gets a credibly dark and pathetic performance from the typically comic Oswalt.
By
J.R. Jones