I’m a sucker for sports films that exhibit, at their very core, winning against all odds. It makes me feel alive—trekking that emotional journey so critical in the human experience. Invictus’ premise is bedded in the events shortly after Nelson Mandela emerged from 27 years in prison and became president of South Africa in 1994. He seized upon using a rugby World Cup the following year as an opportunity to rally the entire nation—blacks and whites—behind the far-fetched prospect of the home team winning it all. The rugby matches are well filmed and the period-replicate jerseys are a joy to take in visually. Eastwood has done it again. Invictus is a very good true story very well told.