The horses in HBO’s Luck make for a perfect romantic conundrum. Not only everyone wants them; everyone is enthused and inspired by them. The lives of players big and small are ugly with strife and corruption, riddled with addiction and loss, yet at the center of the racetrack the horses run with such primordial grace and power you’d think they leaped out of a prehistoric cave painting. In their barely harnessed rush and classical beauty, the players find meaning, and so they keep on playing.
Yet, they also kill them. For a leg broken while racing. For insurance money. For production reasons.
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