I was there. I arrived in the US from Paris France for my first year in the US in 1954 (v. 1955 in the movie.) I had no idea what "Football" was. I went out. I said I wanted to be a "guard" because I thought that's what they called the guy in the backfield who "protected" the "Quarterback" who then threw me the ball (what I really wanted.) When they told me to get in the line, I didn't know what to do. So, when the ball was snapped, I pulled out of the line and ran around the end with the quarterback. "Hey, Mr. McGehee, Ned is running away!" That's when I realized that American boys could be nasty, unlike the affable qb in the movie. That's when I felt bullied for the first time in my life. That's when I realized that American boys are raised to be "over-competitive." I'm eighty now, and I've come through fine; but, it wasn't as easy as in Hollywood. In summers, I lived in the mountains of North Carolina, where I made good long-term friends amoung the mountain people, who are neither bullies nor prejudiced. This movie rang very hollow to me, as though it was written by a foreigner who was never there. Sh-boom.
Review of Foreign Student
