This is not a "feisty comedy" a "hilarious comedy" or a comedy at all. It's probably not a film of any sort. It's just filmstock.
So let's not delude ourselves -- as a movie that typifies a sub-genre of gay cinema, a combination of 'coming-out' and 'sport,' "Eleven Men Out" offers nothing distinctive or titillating or rewarding for its target audience, presumably gay males.
If this movie were simply a rehash of the cliches that have come to dominate much of imported gay European cinema, the movie might have been tolerable. Some sweaty guys, some jokes about balls, some family acceptance scenes, some investigative sex, a club scene, a break-up, etc. But "Eleven Men Out" fails to capture even one or two of these marketable tropes. What the film does have are strangely mean-spirited and dull episodes, perhaps edited together, chronicling a vaguely handsome soccer-player's interactions with strangely mean-spirited and dull family members, lovers, fellow players. This film is joyless and ugly, often chauvinistic, sexist, biggoted and, well, all confusingly so. All the female characters are saps, whores, or drug-addled. The men are cruel or pathetic, or 'lost.'
The DVD cover is stirringly crisp and seductive, with a man cupping his teammate's bum. The actual film quality is grainy, drizzly, washed out, and the sound is hollow. I cannot see how this is 'stylized' rather than merely amateurish. The cast act like they hate themselves and the material. They do not know where to stand in the frame. When viewers are given 'eye candy' -- gratuitous shots of players showering -- the effect is numbingly banal and, worse, self-conscious.
The sports-aspect of its story, a dreary and confusing take on the politics of club soccer, is handled with side-long discussions in locker-rooms between coaches and half-clothed athletes. None of it is sharp, alluring, or political. The games are non-existent. There are no matches save for barely montaged bits of footwork. Or small crowds of people in stands baring their cheer for reaction shots to off-screen goals. The more intimate portrait of a family rocked by their son's sexuality is filmed with the most languid camera, punctuated by tinny emotion. The father-son struggles are crude and perfunctory.
In one scene, the son walks in on his father having anal intercourse with another man, and the son is disgusted. "Eleven Men Out" deserves this disgust -- all relationships in it are reduced to voyeaurism, bad timing, and disappointment. No one has any fun in sex or in love, or really anywhere. There is no pay-off to relationships. When the father and son come back together with a mutual understanding and respect for each other (actually, it's difficult to remember/know if they do), I couldn't help but feel cheated. I thought for sure someone would just off themselves; that is the internal logic of this abysmal film.
This film is Icelandic. I can't be sure it was meant to be a 'gay' movie at all in its home country, before here! studios picked it up for redistribution.
You will regret buying this film from any vendor, no matter the price.