Watched Wimbledon on TV last night.  The channel I watched it on billed it as a romantic comedy, but it's actually a better sports movie than it is a romantic comedy.   Neither the conflict nor the resolution of the romantic interest makes much sense (the conflict is: if a man and a woman both have important matches the next day, and he wants to sleep with her as preparation and she wants to not sleep with him as preparation, is it right for him to sneak into her bedroom?  (Spoilers ahead) The resolution is that he apologizes on national TV for having done it, and they get married and have children.   But the voiceovers as he faces big points in the Wimbledon final are quite suspenseful.  Not that you believe for one minute that either Paul Betheny or Kirsten Dunst could play professional level tennis.
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