If ever there were an antidote to the pace of American life, this movie would be it. The Cup is a gentle tale of Tibetan monks living in exile in India. A generation gap has developed between their young, who are passionately interested in soccer, and their elders, who live in quiet dedication to their religion. That's it for the dramatic content of this movie. The peace of the Buddhist culture guarantees we will not suffer conflict, so settle in and let the quiet charm of the whole thing roll over you.
Time is abundant here.
In the midst of all this dedication, Orgyen, wearing a sweaty soccer uniform under his monk's robe, has a mission. Borrowing the small savings of his peers, extorting money from the resident prognosticator, filling the air with pronouncements that are equal parts accuracy and ignorance, he is possessed. Enough, it seems, to organize his plan. Orgyen, accompanied by two accomplices, sneaks out of the monastery to arrange the details of the TV rental. Befitting the culture, nothing much happens when rules are violated.