I have no prior relationship to this movie. I've known about it, but just never got around
to watching it during its heyday. I
didn't watch an R-rated movie until I was a teenager, and we were into Nicolas
Cage's action period by then, so a sports movie with a raunchy reputation
didn't register. I clearly missed the
right period to watch Major League. This
did not work for me at all. It's just a
sports movie, marketed as some kind of breaking-all-the-rules story with
F-words. It follows the same
patterns,
same jokes, same big moments. I have no
idea why you all have rated it so highly.
Was this movie supposed to be funny? I kept a running total of times I
laughed. It was once. I laughed once. Early in the movie, when there's a quick
montage of Cleveland-ers talking about how bad the team is, the Japanese guys
got a chuckle out of me. That was it. The announcer interplay was alright, but it
was all in Uecker's delivery, not anything funny he was actually saying. Compared to his blernsball announcing career,
this was a footnote. Wesley Snipes's
dancing around was solid physical comedy, but that was more an admiring smirk
than a laugh. How could this be so
devoid of humor? I've got comedies in my
all-time top 50. I have a good sense of
humor. Where was any of that here? The average episode of Breaking Bad has more
laughs than this, and that's one of the most depressing shows ever made. How is this regarded as a classic comedy?
If the comedy side is a near-failure for me, how about the
sports side? Better, but still not great. The owner-as-villain is a fine idea, but the
stakes are whether or not she's going to be able to move the team to
Miami. In the late 80's, that sounds
like a great idea. Forget Cleveland, go
to Miami, by all means. There's so many
Latinos down there, they should have a baseball team. Setting aside my disinterest in the stakes,
building the team had some potential, but it's all start and finish with no
middle. Vaughn's got an arm but no
control, Hayes has running speed but no bat, Cerrano has power but can only hit
easy pitches. Raw talent and no polish. I'm with the movie here. Talent will only get a person so far, but
they have to layer the technique on top of it.
The movie walks away from this because there's too many players to
service and everything just gets magically solved. There was a real movie in bridging the gap
between talent and technique, but just slap some glasses on Vaughn, Cerrano
curses Jo-Bu, and everyone's an all-star.
This made it look incredibly easy to be a professional player. The actual beats of the movie could not be
more predictable. Of course Dorn's going
to encourage Vaughn on the mound. Of
course they're going to play the Yankees at the end, and each player will get
their big moment. It was so transparent
that it became boring.
Back on the stakes, the goal line isn't win a pennant; it's
sell greater than 800,000 tickets. The
ticket mark gets totally lost. The
journey of the movie shouldn't be about winning pennants; it should be about
making the city love them. The players
have either seen better days or they're scruffy outsiders, overlooked by
everyone else and hoping for another chance to play the game they love. There's a solid metaphor in there about the
decaying Rust Belt, but instead, it's just generic Let's-Win-It-All
boilerplate. Semi-Pro nails this kind of
movie, though it has other problems.
That team isn't going to win anything, but what they can do is give
Flint, MI a little bit of pride for one night.
That's a movie that is putting a twist on the sports genre, instead of
riding every cliched thing about it into the ground.
So, I didn't like it as a sports movie either. Any memorable characters or relationships in
there? I've praised Uecker's voice
already, so there was that. Vaughn is a
non-entity, a supposed bad-boy who doesn't do anything in the movie to earn the
reputation. Hayes is probably my
favorite, but apparently, all he needed to become a professional was a bunch of
push-ups. He's not developed any further,
and he somehow is hitting .291 by the end.
Taylor is pretty much a hangdog douchebag. We talked about stalking in the Fisher
King. At least Parry just tailed Honey
Bunny. Taylor walks into what he thinks
is Rene Russo's twice. No knock, no
call, no buzz. He just walks in. That is creepy as hell, and I'm not rooting
for him to finally get it together. The
manager is a standard, gruff authority figure.
This movie has a difficult relationship with what's viewed
as acceptable today. I can't decide if
everything around Cerrano is racist or not.
The owner slapping his naked ass and the jungle music behind him are
pushing things in one direction. Holy
shit, how did this manage to get made without Indian protests? Uecker uses every euphemism and stereotype in
existence to liven up his broadcasting, plus the imagery of fat white people
dressing up in feathers, red face paint, and rain dances. The depiction of the owner is pretty rough,
especially the cut-out of her that they slowly remove pieces from. Apparently, there's an alternate ending in
which she's revealed as a die-hard fan who voluntarily placed herself as the
villain to rally the team. She personally
scouted all these deep cut players, and has to make excuses for the shitty
planes and buses because the team was actually bankrupted by her useless dead
husband. That is such a better movie,
and it solves the problem of how these players are all so good so suddenly, but
test screening revealed that audiences liked the character better as a
vindictive bitch, so that's what they went with. Wonder what's going on there.
It wasn't a total wasteland.
An epic shot of Vaughn getting off his motorcycle was fine, and I hate
Charlie Sheen. There's a prescient line about
celebrity that very much applied to the Sheen of the late 2000's, full of
cocaine, domestic abuse, and tiger blood.
Cerrano's big home run is stirring, but the movie doesn't get a lot of
credit for that, because that moment can only be stirring. I actually laughed twice. In a big climactic moment, the director cuts
to a yawning kid. Probably an accident,
and not really earned by the movie, but I enjoyed that fuck-up. Vaughn's red ticket and Taylor's bunt were
nice twists. That's all the good I have
to say about this. Completely
forgettable. Not funny. An utterly average sports movie, which is a
genre I'm not a big fan of already. Get
out of the top 30, Major League. You're
a D+.