Infinite Football
They talk about the beautiful game, but for Laurentiu Ginghina, it's not enough. Football must be modified, streamlined, freed from restraints; corners are to be rounded off, players assigned to zones and subteams, norms revised. In retrospect, he first realized that the rules of football were wrong when he was tackled during a game in his youth, in the summer holidays, on another pitch now covered in snow, but in Vaslui, not Bucharest. The tackle hit so hard it fractured his fibula, a year later his tibia broke too, on New Year's Eve 1987, he had to walk home in the snow and no one helped him. Today he's a local bureaucrat with an uninspiring job, it's no wonder he prefers to talk about the game, his own version of it, to Porumboiu, his friend, the director, who's always listening, asking questions, nearly always in frame. Ginghina's monologues are so rich you might think someone wrote them in advance, they proceed from the same old subject, but never stay in one place. All roads lead to football, but all roads lead away from it too, to land ownership issues, to orange farms in Florida, to political utopia and the traces left by life, to version 2.0, 3.1, 4.7, to infinity.
الإعلان الترويجي
طاقم العمل
Corneliu Porumboiu
Director
Laurentiu Ginghina
Self
Corneliu Porumboiu
Self
Corneliu Porumboiu
Writer
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Infinite Football
Together: 4-in-a-Row
Rowdy
The Second Game
Welcome to Wrexham
Court of Gold
All or Nothing: Arsenal
The CEO Club
الظهير الرباعي
الجري السريع
قادة منتخبات العالم
ريال مدريد: كيف لا أحبك
ريال مدريد: حتى النهاية
Klutch Academy
FC Barcelona: A New Era
Chasing the Sun
ست أمم: بطولة الرغبي
ناسكار: السرعة القصوى
Power Moves with Shaquille O'Neal
Cheer
The Greatest Rivalry: India vs Pakistan
Good Rivals
Glitter & Gold: Ice Dancing
اختيارات مميزة
هل تريد المزيد من الترفيه؟ استكشف منصة الألعاب المقترحة ووجهة الدراما القصيرة التي نوصي بها.


