How lame....

Rating: Null/10 (9 May 2000)

I had to sit through this stinker while on an airplane returning from Vienna. If the stewardesses weren't standing by the door I would have opened it and jumped. Why did this film suck so bad? Where to begin? Well, as someone mentioned earlier, why must Hollywood always make these cliched, lazy, "baseball is a metaphor for life", films? Kevin Costner: A man who displays as much range of emotion as a wooden cigar store Indian. Kelly Preston: What, did Meg Ryan cost too much? The screenwriters: If the story starts to sag, just dream up some new crisis and we'll go from there...(Kelly's unknown daughter runs away from home and Kevin must rescue her from a bad neighborhood; Kelly catches Kevin getting a "massage" from another woman; Kevin slices his hand wide open on a buzz saw and hurts Kelly's feelings in the process; Kelly gets tired of waiting for Kevin and finds herself an artsy-fartsy playboy to sleep with. And Vin Scully....Vin, I hoped they paid you a lot to make this, because your reputation really sank in the estimation of a lot of us baseball fans. Is your memory starting to go Vin? How could you say that you hadn't seen a perfect game since Don Larson's in 1956, when you very famously called Sandy Koufax's perfect game on September 9, 1965 against the Mets.....remember? ("Swung on and missed, a perfect game!") Ah well, Hollywood loves to crank out these formula love stories, and I'm sure with home video rentals, overseas sales, rentals to airlines, etc., this will make a nice pot of dough for the studio. As the great Gene Siskel once noted, no matter how cynical you get about Hollywood, it's never enough to keep up.