(If you’re curious, my review process. It’s also pasted at the end of this post. I don’t believe in Rotten Tomatoes. I just believe in me.)
(***all-purpose SPOILER ALERT*** there may be some in this review)
SW SCORE: 32
3.2 out of 5 🐙
James Earl Jones was cool. Kevin Costner, who I’ve never much cared for as an actor, does his usual flat, one-note performance. Perpetually annoyed and irritated and angry is not acting. It is tiresome. I personally don’t understand the vast love for this movie, however. It’s a melodramatic, Hallmark, soft filter, love letter to an America that never existed. Look, we all have daddy issues. I’m no exception. But I don’t think this milquetoast magic realism story does any significant work towards trying to understand this universal relationship. Or maybe I’m just not a baseball fan.
For an instruction manual on how to execute the delicate balance that is inspiring sports nostalgia, Iowa is not the place to go. Head to Indiana (Hoosiers, Rudy).
(1) Shark Wrighter (SW) Score: Based on a sum of 5 sub-scores (acting, directing, writing/story, effects: cinematography &/or animation &/or effects, editing) with 1 being terrible and 10 being terrific.
(2) Octopuses (0-5 🐙, with 5 being fantastic and 0 being feces)
(3) Octopuses are my unquantifiable feeling…not that SW score is scientific…but this one is even less so
(4) ++ This optional section includes any incredibly *brilliant observations that don’t fit into simple quantitative slices like the scores and octopuses *(they are likely NOT brilliant)