Disney has a grand tradition of putting out a certain
kind of sports film.
Not exact matches
Well some times I love to go walk around beach having sex at home I like wwe wrestling and watching dirty tapes watching movies my best movie is horror
films some times watching
sports all
kinds of stuff
The
film's digitally enhanced visuals recall Eternal Sunshine
Of The Spotless Mind, sporting the kind of mid-to-upper range, highly respectable cast that has become de rigeur for this type of story — Emma Thompson standing in for Meryl Streep, Will Ferrell for Jim Carre
Of The Spotless Mind,
sporting the
kind of mid-to-upper range, highly respectable cast that has become de rigeur for this type of story — Emma Thompson standing in for Meryl Streep, Will Ferrell for Jim Carre
of mid-to-upper range, highly respectable cast that has become de rigeur for this type
of story — Emma Thompson standing in for Meryl Streep, Will Ferrell for Jim Carre
of story — Emma Thompson standing in for Meryl Streep, Will Ferrell for Jim Carrey.
Curiously enough, Sandler's last
film (Anger Management) also features a group
of Buddhist monks going downtown on some Yankee ass, raising the question
of which sort
of racism is actually more dangerous: the
kind that makes
sport of Buddhist monks, or the
kind that elevates them into the realm
of the preternaturally wise.
It's pure Hollywood hokum, with the Vikings reduced to pagan cartoon barbarians who make
sport of terrorizing women and take pride in the torture and murder — the fact that Janet Leigh's character lives in constant threat
of sexual assault makes for uneasy viewing when the
film plays it as some
kind of «Taming
of a Shrew» situation — but it is spectacular hokum.
They stumbled a little with «It's
Kind of a Funny Story,» but everyone can stumble when your taste seems to be as omnivorous and diverse as theirs (they've done a drama, a
sports film and a mental illness comedy so far).
An avowed Dodger's fan wearing a Brian Urlacher jersey, Tom's confused West Coast / Midwest
sports allegiances are only the first
of the
film's scattershot staccato continuity errors — sharing time with the sort
of broad slapstick pratfalls (foot and nose violence, mainly, though Kutcher does score with a fine impression
of Chris Farley) that define the
kind of film that lists «Kid in the Bathroom» in its cast credits.
Any
of these
films would be worthy
of an Oscar win, but I'm personally rooting for the race documentary «13th» (a must - see for anyone, the
kind of film they should show in schools) and «O.J.: Made in America,» which is a marathon at nearly eight hours in length (it was shown in parts on ESPN earlier this year), but a completely fascinating look at race, media and society as it was in the 1990s and today, and just happens to be a tragic portrait
of the worst fall from grace for a
sports star in the history
of our country.
But few have been more emblematic
of the reality that
film festivals have become their own competitive
sport — a
kind of cinephile Grand Slam.
Draft Day, a propaganda
film of the most subtle
kind, calls upon an inner craving for America's greatest
sport in a time
of absence: football.