While common sense tells me that this is a gross, overly dramatic exaggeration of how much it sucks to coach the Cleveland Browns, I can't help but get a giggle out of a grown man being stressed into senselessness. Like, as utterly untrue as it is, the thought of him waking up after his thirteen defeat of another lost season and - just like that - he's amidst a dreary, black-and-white world where quality quarterback play would only be as awe-inspiring as the color red? In a complete haze as he tries to navigate the NFL-equivalent of Unpleasantville without the benefit of the smallest of daily satisfactions like colors, tastes and smells? I think it would make for more of a hilarious sketch than an actual movie, but there's some entertainment value in Mike Pettine's ungratefully dismal portrayal of the only organization that was dumb enough to give him a head coaching gig. Assuming, of course, that you can look past the fact that becoming a sensation-less human being out of absolutely nowhere is likely a symptom of clinical depression. On second thought, considering he hasn't worked an exasperating NFL job since, maybe we should get this guy a prescription before we work him into a script.
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