2012, Murray vs Djokovic in the US Open Final, I liked tennis at that point and I was familiar enough with the sport to understand its rules, the match ended after 4 hours 54 minutes, I’ve never seen anything like that in my life when it comes to sports, nearly 5 hours of nonstop back-and-forth between two athletes, unlike football’s 11v11 or basketball’s 5v5, if you’re rooting for someone then you’re rooting for them and them only, unless we’re talking doubles tennis which is still intimate in its own regard, but the point is that there are no teams, where various parts can be changed but the entity remains still, you root for the individual in their match against a singular opponent, it’s a quite confrontational sport so to speak, it’s a conversation, and the perfect vehicle for personal stakes in a sports movie. I’m still quite shocked that tennis movies have never been a thing, and not just that, just having sports films where the main narrative isn’t a rags to riches weepie, it’s
It was never supposed to get this complicated. The goal was pretty clear, with a plan that left no room for mistakes or last minute changes. She would summon a demon, he would help her get rid of her bully, and her high school life would finally be less of a nightmare. She got her ritual down to the tiniest of details, bought everything she would need, and started the meticulously crafted event. For someone that came from a lineage of witches, this was easy for her, almost natural. The low-grade demon was eager to serve her, and he did a perfect job, killing the jock and disposing of his body so that nobody would be able to find him, or pin the incident on her. The thing is, she forgot how clingy these creatures can get once they’ve done you a favour. The demon refused to leave her side, waking up with her and following her to school, back home, out with friends and back in the confines of her own bed. He sat on her shoulder, his weight light yet insistent, whispering in her ear lik