Rawson Marshall Thurber has held on to a pet theory for a while.
“When you say ‘dodgeball’ to someone, they either break into a smile or break into a sweat,” the filmmaker says.
As a kid, Thurber mostly smiled. The first time he played was in physical education class at Orinda Intermediate School, just outside his native San Francisco. There, he chucked red rubber balls across the gymnasium, ducked opposing lines of fire, and occasionally hit friends in the head or in the groin. The rainy-day activity often felt like teacher-sanctioned warfare, but it catered to Thurber’s developing athletic gifts and emerging sense of humor. “I loved dodgeball,” Thurber says. “Always, always loved it.”
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