Review of Thoroughbreds Don't Cry

. . . without having to shear them first (a la NATIONAL VELVET) in THOROUGHBREDS DON'T CRY. Taken literally, this flick's title reminds viewers that it's the NAGS who should be sobbing. How would YOU like it if the people at your gear store hammered a handful of nails into your feet each time you got a new set of shoes? Along the same lines, how were horses ever able to fend for themselves during the Stone Age? Where would these racing steeds be Today if blacksmiths were yet to discover iron? Is there any archaeological evidence that cavemen chiseled rock flip flops for their stallions, mares and geldings? Maybe it's true that there's no bawling in baseball, but the motto of some of these future glue factory grads you see racing at the Aqueduct seems to be "cry me a river."