Wow, kudo's to the author for being so enlightened and well informed. His condescending review really set those of us who were too ill informed to 'get it' straight. Apparently the movie was not relevant enough to mean anything, and the really smart people know that. It's a shame that the joy that people like my parents, who grew up in Brooklyn and worshipped the Dodger's, not only delighted in having their beloved Ebbet's field in front of them again ( apparently too ignorant to get that it was a "blatant video game recreation that never fools the eye," and rather were transported), but actually learned something that as youthful fans they did not realize. Their respect and admiration for a man they had already worshipped as a baseball player increased as they now admire him as a human being with unrelenting courage and grace. I guess the writer did not feel there was enough gritty reality, or ugliness portrayed, and god knows just because these players probably cursed, and drank regularly it was remiss of the film maker to show it. I guess we need people like him to explain what we should get out of a movie, rather than simply being inspired.