Wasting my life one day at a time...

I recently saw a movie called Glory Road. The film got good reviews, and even people I know and respect told me how good it was, so I was understandably expecting an enjoyable movie-watching experience.
The movie was terrible, which just reinforces my opinion that everyone on Earth besides me is retarded. At the risk of sounding like a film critic, here's why it sucked:

• We're expected to care. Anytime a movie expects anything from its viewers, it has already failed.
• Every character in the film was thoroughly hateable. The main character/coach is as mean to his players and he is to his own kids. Dad throws a basketball to his toddler son which knocks him over. The boy cries. Dad seems amused. The black players fight with everyone: whites, Mexicans, even other blacks...those crazy kids!...just makes them more loveable. The blacks seem baffled when they're offered tacos and burritos for lunch, prompting one to say, "Not taco, hotdog-o." Hotdog-o? So not only are these black players violent, they're also stupid and terribly unfunny. Hotdog-o? Oh, it ends in "o" like burrito and taco. Funny. I always appreciate intelligent humor.
• The voiceover narrations during the games were cringe-worthy. They gave the film a cheap, made-for-TV feel. If the action on the screen was any good, voiceovers wouldn't have been necessary. We see the hated Jo Jo White step out of bounds before he sinks the game-winning shot for Kansas. Then we get a lengthy explanation from the unseen announcers why the shot didn't count. Give your viewers some credit, you morons. If we're watching the movie, we're obviously not blind.
• The movie would have been less annoying if the coach's wife would have been left out or died somewhere along the way. She had zero to do with the plot, yet we were treated to steady 10-second shots of her sitting in her lonely bedroom, crying, attending dinners, etc. We get it. She misses her husband. Again, give viewers some credit.
• The racial themes were much too didactic to be effective. Wait a second...you mean racism existed in the South in the mid-60's? That's news to me. Maybe I should crawl out of my cave more often.

If you enjoyed this movie and think my criticisms are unfair, then let me know. We'll discuss the film in a fair, mediated environment, we'll shake hands and agree to disagree, and then I'll post a blog trashing you the same way I trashed the movie. Being an American means having the right to be a jerk.