"KickOff" comes from a long line of gay-themed sports films (or should that be sport-themed gay films?), but the difference is "KickOff" actually works (I'm looking at you, "The Broken Hearts Club").
I could kick any number of superlatives into the back of the net (ahem) - funny, sexy, slick - but none could do justice to this razor sharp masterpiece. Similarly, I could single out any of the brilliant cast who all somehow manage to be outrageously sexy and funny, but we'd still end up with a tie. Funniest gag, best laugh-out-loud line? Too hard.
A good many of us will find football a huge turn-off, but Beadle-Blair uses its bag of kit - literally, the kit, WAGs, even the "soccer Mom" - to huge comic effect. This is a film about people, not soccer.
And it looks stunning: colourful, vibrant, and absolutely bouncing with energy... It shouldn't matter, but there's nothing of the amateur indie about this feature (i.e. bad sound, bad lighting, dodgy direction. I'm looking at you "Finding Me: Truth"). "KickOff" is definitely in the premier league: buff, sinewy, sexy and primed for action.
With a huge heart and soul, it's clearly a labour of love by all involved. The film's writer and director Rikki Beadle-Blair is the brightest star in British filmmaking today - let's just hope that the Americans don't pinch our star player.
The film ends with the promise of a rematch. That's one sequel I'd gladly pay good money to see.