Blue Moon Rising
Time Out says
Putting aside one’s concerns about the commercialisation of sport and, more importantly, how easily a struggling football team can be elevated from the bottom of the pile to the top tier simply through an injection of vast amounts of dosh, Stewart Sugg’s film actually turns out to be well structured, competently edited, often very tense and strangely entertaining.
What the film illustrates best is the notion of what it means to be a football fan. It’s difficult for unbelievers like myself to grasp what drives the average supporter to heights of such emotional intensity but Sugg makes a fair fist of getting beneath the skin. Like any ardent supporter, the characters we follow absolutely live for the game. Little else matters. Every Man City match they watch seems to put them a step closer to the cardiac unit in A&E, especially those games played against their most bitter rivals, United. Their ups and downs make for a fascinating 90 minutes of viewing. Unless, of course, you’re a fan of Man U, Spurs, Chelsea, Arsenal…