The 6 inches in front of your face.

Any Given Sunday - 5/10.
There's a five-minute speech in the last quarter of this that, in isolation, makes you think this movie is worth watching. It ends up being about too many things to make that five-minute stretch be the perfect encapsulation of anything. Lose everything about that-actress-who-smiles and Randy Quaid's star-whacker brother, give Al Pacino more of a history, make Jamie Foxx's racism rants come from anywhere but out of nowhere and it might be okay.