Far from a Grand Slam

Rating: 5/10 (18 September 2004)

Wimbledon is one of those non-thinking, make-out heavily, date movies. My feelings are ambivalent, I mean I can't really totally trash or praise the movie. I think it because the rhythm of Wimbledon is steady throughout. It's this mellow, kicking the dust, shuffling my feet rhythm. Wimbledon is the typical girl meets boy story, but with a twist of behavioral sex reaction to love reversal. This time around it's the male (Paul) falling heavily and the female (Lizzie) who needs some prodding. 'Love means zero in tennis and that's what love is nothing.' I mean Dunst and Bettany gave fine performances, but nothing to run home screaming to mi Madre about; frankly, I forgot I saw the movie 15 minutes after leaving the theater. I didn't connect with Lizzie and Peter's supposed Shakespearian love affair. Is Lizzie really in love with Peter or just using him for entertainment? Seriously, I really didn't give two craps. Peter's brother, Karl, was a treatÂ…his subtle comedic performance was desperately needed. All in all, Wimbledon is the perfect wallpaper for going at it like bunnies' crossing a congested freeway with your girlfriend/boyfriend.