Geronimo1967
From the title, I thought this was going to about a bit of Dickensian thievery. Instead, its a rather dull and repetitious drama about a group of middle-aged American men who routinely chuck a ball about in the park. None of them are exactly in peak position, indeed a few of them are positively plump, but with each as bad as the other its friendly and competitive. That is until Wesley, the young nephew of one of their number, turns up to play. Now most of them probably have socks older than him, so its no great surprise that he can run rings around them without breaking into a sweat. They, on the other hand, struggle - especially when it rains and the ground becomes more of a quagmire. For a few minutes its quite a fun exposé on growing old...