[Ohlalà!] The backroom of elite sports through a glimpse of a sports career full of failures. Aspire to success without actually touching it. A vision of sport that has something pessimistic, that reinforces the ability of man to put stones to himself. In front of the big stars there are many black holes, aspirations that remain in a vacuum. Music reinforces the inner conflict, the turbulence of an incomplete life.

Scriptwriter: In Final Set I present the whole woman -- both dimensions.

And you thought you hated tennis before this...

Final Set is a tennis movie where the tennis scenes are the worst parts. Alex Lutz, on the other hand, turns in a tour de force performance that should win him all the awards.

The female characters, however, are nothing but shallow, superficial blow up anchors. It's clear the writer / director thinks little of women because the wife and mother charcters are shown here as morose binches who do nothing but hold the lead character back.

It's a shame, really, because the immense talents of Kristen Scott Thomas and Ana Girardot (who can play an incredible range) are totally wasted on these sock puppet women that populate the film.

Oh, BTW, the ending is the worst ending to any film I've seen in at least 5 years, so watcher be warned.