This Sporting Life (Lindsay Anderson, 1963). First re-see of this since a somewhat puzzled viewing at age 14 or so. It’s a brute-force film, led by Richard Harris’s physical performance. Seeing it now it looks uncannily like a precursor to Raging Bull, complete with a numbskulled protagonist who allegedly wants more out of life but who goes through the movie with pile-driver repetitiveness. Still, many good moments, including Harris’s song at a nightclub (his footballer instinctively keeps his arms folded throughout the number), and Arthur Lowe’s odd team owner.