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Which leaves us with a familiar-feeling football movie that culminates with The Big Game, sprinkled with glimpses of the off-the-field lives of young men who would run with the ball as far as they could from the small town that adores them to the point of abhorring them. Friday Night Lights lacks the gravitas of Bissinger's book, but that's a given; Berg, the Pulitzer Prize-winning writer's second cousin, is out to entertain the masses, not educate them with a lecture on small-town civics. So the season unfolds with a familiar montage of crashes and thuds -- the sound of snap counts and snapped ligaments, the latter belonging to star running back Boobie Miles (Derek Luke), whose visions of scholarships and million-dollar contracts are shattered during the first game of the season in the time it takes to blink an eye. The football sequences could come from any movie -- Any Given Sunday shrunk down to homecoming size.
But Berg rescues Bissinger from the teen-beat condescension given his material when MTV ripped it off wholesale for 1999's Varsity Blues. Berg, like Bissinger, loves the young Panthers: quarterback Mike Winchell (Lucas Black), who tends to a mother who "ain't right" and believes himself cursed by bad luck and a bad arm; wide receiver Don Billingsley (Garrett Hedlund), son of a state champion (played with unexpected ferocity by country singer Tim McGraw) who never lets him forget it between swigs of bourbon and swings of his fist; tight end Brian Chavez (Jay Hernandez), whose good grades mean he doesn't need football as badly as his teammates do, which doesn't stop him from playing hurt more than anyone else; and Boobie, whose bum leg nearly ruins a season and devastates the ambitions of a young man and the loving uncle who raised him. Leading them is Gary Gaines (Billy Bob Thornton), a decent man who occasionally forgets he coaches children not yet men.
Friday Night Lights' opening scenes, shot with a hand-held camera for immediacy and intensity, suggest a bleaker, nastier version of Richard Linklater's Dazed and Confused -- a hangover before the party even begins. (It's not an inappropriate comparison: Linklater was among the handful of filmmakers attached to Friday Night Lights during its 14-year sojourn to the screen.) Linklater's jocks tripped through nostalgia's secondhand smoke, and when they finally got on the field at the conclusion of Dazed, it was to smoke a joint at the end of a long night of drinking and groping. Linklater's star quarterback, grinnin' good guy Randy "Pink" Floyd, was illuminated by lights even when off the field; the party came to him, and it was always in his honor. He rebelled against the coaches only because practice time cut into party time -- which, in small-town Texas, was all the time, or at least 'til the keg was tapped and the bong was cashed.
Friday Night Lights' Winchell looks lost and terrified in the haze of a weekend throwdown, a timid, self-loathing square-jawed angel amid the prairie hell-raisers. Early in the movie, he reluctantly goes upstairs with a young blonde; she's looking to nail the stud QB who may be her ticket out of Odessa. But their encounter goes horribly awry, and she accuses him of being gay, presumably because he's unwilling or unable to perform. Things go even worse for Billingsley, whose father catches him with a girl on the couch and turns an evening of screwing around into a torturous, humiliating lesson in how to hold on to a football. These guys can't turn around without someone -- a parent or booster-club member or just some random fan -- reminding them of how good they're supposed to be and better be . . . or else.
The movie works because Berg never forgets to keep his heart in the game and not just his head. The football sequences -- especially the culminating game against the mighty Carter Cowboys of Dallas -- are thrilling, bruising, unrelenting; the music cues are especially canny, down to the use of the Stooges' "I Wanna Be Your Dog" during the second half. But ultimately it's the nasty stuff on the sidelines that grabs and keeps our interest -- the veiled threats made against Gaines by surly boosters who plant "For Sale" signs in the coach's front yard after a loss, Boobie's confrontation with the doctor who tells the running back he'll never play again, and Don's run-ins with the old man who taunts the kid with his own championship ring. Moments like these make Friday Night Lights the rare football movie that runs up the score.
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