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Budget 35,000,000 USD
Box Office Collection 30,526,509 USD
Based on the true story of Brandon Lang. The real Lang is in a scene greeting Matthew McConaughey.
Rene Russo's husband, Dan Gilroy, wrote the part of Al Pacino's wife Toni especially for Russo and tailored it to fit her perfectly. He even used Russo's real-life sister's name Toni as the name of the character.
At the time of the film's theatrical debut, the phone number featured on Walter's television show (1 800 BET ON IT) was the number of an actual sports advice service.
Much of the game footage shown during the trailer, and the ads for the DVD release of the film is real. They are clips from various USFL games. Several teams, The Tampa Bay Bandits, Boston/new Orleans/Portland Breakers, Houston Gamblers, among others can clearly be seen. The league existed from 1982-1987.
Matthew McConaughey actually did play college football. And this is his first movie depicting a football college player.
"Walter Abrams: I will match my dysfunctional childhood and Tony's against yours, any day of the week. Walter Abrams: My father,five foot,arms like this... he had a cock like a Hebrew National. Walter Abrams: I even looked at him the wrong way... he smacked across the room like Jake LaMotta Walter Abrams: By the time i was five,he yelled at me so much,i thought my name was Asshole."
"Walter Abrams: You're a lemon. Like a bad car. There is something... there is something inherently defective in you, and you, and you, and me, and all of us. We're all lemons. We look like everyone else, but what makes us different is our defect. See, most gamblers, when they go to gamble, they go to win. When we go to gamble, we go to lose. Subconsciously. Me, I never feel better than when they're raking the chips away; not bringing them in. And everyone here knows what I'm talking about. Hell, even when we win it's just a matter of time before we give it all back. But when we lose, that's another story. When we lose, and I'm talking about the kind of loss that makes your asshole pucker to the size of a decimal point - you know what I mean - You've just recreated the worst possible nightmare this side of malignant cancer, for the twentieth goddamn time; and you're standing there and you suddenly realise, Hey, I'm still... here. I'm still breathing. I'm still alive. Us lemons, we fuck shit up all the time on purpose. Because we constantly need to remind ourselves we're alive. Gambling's not your problem. It's this fucked up need to feel something. To convince yourself you exist. That's the problem."
