Its main flaws are an overabundance of sports-movie clichés and hackneyed phrases, but at least the final game doesn't have a predictable ending; I'll give it that much.

Cinematographer Sharon Meir and film editor Peter Berger brilliantly capture the magic, thrills and extraordinary talent of the fear-inspired players, putting their hearts and souls into the game.

Not a whole lot of fun. Or for that matter, any fun whatsoever.

Formulaico, é verdade, mas inteligente o bastante para utilizar os clichês a seu favor, sem se esquecer de incluir bons diálogos e uma mensagem relevante.

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Saved by bursts of energy and inventiveness.

Without Sam L. Jackson on hand, I suspect Coach Carter would be almost too generic to even deal with.

The writers miss almost every opportunity to say something important, thus depriving their characters (and actors) voices that might have made a difference.

Thumbing its way through that well-worn inspirational-educator playbook at a leisurely pace, the picture is studiously unspectacular.