If you live in the United States — hell, if you’ve heard of the United States — you probably know that this country has a passion for football that borders on religious. As is said many times in Him , the wildly underwhelming football horror film by Justin Tipping , even though people say “God, family, football,” that is probably in the wrong order for many. That’s the basic premise of Him , that love for football at its extremes can be like a religion, from the athletes who give their bodies and well-being for the sake of sport, to the fans who worship at the altar of their favorite teams and players. It’s a solid concept, yet that’s as deep as Tipping’s film ever dares to go , even if it occasionally hints at larger, more important points that are almost completely avoide
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