Why in the world would anyone release a small-town baseball film called Eephus? Why did the distributor, Music Box Films, agree to this? They might as well have called it Phoebus (i.e., Phoebus de Chateaupers, captain of the King’s Archers in Victor Hugo‘s The Hunchback of Notre Dame) or Platypus. Or Phlebitis.

How could the director and co-writer, Carson Lund, have possibly imagined that potential viewers might be intrigued by a title that sounds like some kind or blood or bone disease and means absolutely dead fucking nothing?