Its main goal to prove that, like normal people, quadriplegics can be assholes too.
Although different from most feel-good films about guys in wheelchairs, "Murderball" is shamelessly emotional in its own way. Its main goal to prove that, like normal people, quadriplegics can be assholes too.
In fact, I wanted to continue to harbor my unrealistic notion that maybe there were still some people on this planet who were good-hearted because life had dealt them a shitty hand that forced them to learn how beautiful and special life could be. I wanted to imagine these people rolling around the country giving inspirational talks to boys and girls below the age of 13, telling them never to take life for granted and to always try as hard as they can because the next second they might be in some horrible accident that turns them into a quadriplegic.
Instead, we get nothing like that here. What we get is a battle of wills between Mark Zupan, a player on the U.S. Paralympic rugby team, and Joe Soares, a former player on the U.S. team and now coach of the Canadian team. Joe is a paraplegic Benedict Arnold, electing to coach the Canadian team after not making the U.S. squad.
The battle in the film is between the two squads of rugby players, but also between Soares and Zupan as they compete to win the "King of the Assholes" award. Quite clearly, this goes to Soares, who seems to resent his slightly unmanly son until he has a heart attack. Meanwhile, Zupan begins to appreciate the satisfaction in doing good deeds, which mainly involve going around the country and introducing people, many of them quads, to the wonders of ramming into other quads with your wheelchair.
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