This is a novel version of a movie I saw a million times as a kid. I feel like at some point if you have a white American dad, he’s required by law to show you The Natural, talk to you about Robert Redford, and point at the screen a few times throughout. Maybe dads of other racial backgrounds do this too, I can’t say, but my white-ass dad made us watch it. It’s kind of a magical movie and prefigures Field of Dreams for […]