You know, you would think that a franchise so inundated with loss would have a better understanding of the necessity of grieving periods. Don't get me wrong, the preachy narrator was on point and the production was pretty uplifting, but - christ - at the time of posting it had been FIVE days! Could they let the proverbial body get cold before they asked their loved ones to move on from the mourning?
You know the part of the movie where the down on his luck guy is shacked up in his apartment in the same sweats for weeks (cinematic seconds) at a time before one of his friends shows up and helps him see the light at the end of the self loathing tunnel? The Atlanta Falcons basically knocked on their fans' doors during the first cut of that montage. There's a whole damn offseason. Just let them sit in the dark while washing cold Chinese food out of the carton down with warm whiskey out of the bottle before asking them to pull up their big boy pants and get back out into the world.
Of course they will live to see another day, but zooming in on the faces of players that choked away a TWENTY-FIVE point lead while celebratory confetti rains on their head is absolutely not defibrillating any life into people who are temporarily dead inside. You take away the poor man's Morgan Freeman and the church music and you basically have the scene directly out of the nightmares of your target audience. I appreciate the attempt (as much as a Saints' fan that lovvvves to see the Falcons fail can), but the timing on this is egregious. I'm all for the "brotherhood" angle, but sometimes you just need to get away from the family for a bit and this is - without question - one of those times.