From the Sofa
Sports movies are the great bastion of movie clichés. You can always expect the losers to come together and become losers, stirring locker room speeches, hated rivals developing respect for one another, and of course winning the big game at the last second. I’m pleased to say that Coach Carter actually misses one of those.
I remember clearly renting and watching the first Blade movie. It was a total shock to me to really enjoy the heck out of it. For some reason instinct told me that it would be a complete loser and nothing but my own perverse affection for bad flicks was making me watch it. Hopes were much higher for Blade 2, simply because it was being directed by Guillermo del Toro, who had wowed me the year before with The Devil’s Backbone. That movie met my expectations. The third movie was to be directed by David Goyer, who had scripted the first two movies. His presence would seem to indicate that the movie would work, although perhaps not with as much visual flair with a rookie director. One for three isn’t much of a batting average for me.
Will Smith is perhaps the most dependable of the Hollywood stars. He can deliver an audience virtually regardless of the type of film he appears in. Sci-fi, action, comedy, drama, whatever. The guy is an audience magnet. So it came as no real surprise that Hitch was a big hit in theaters. It was almost a good movie as well.
We were somewhere in WalMart, on the edge of the electronics section, when the drugs began to take hold.
I was once told to thank my lucky stars that I had never actually managed to catch the Bourne Supremacy in theatres. This must be what hubris feels like.
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