Michael Michele acts like she could reduce any team to jelly and dig out the darkest secrets with a smile. They're a good rough-house comedy duo. Scene after scene shows spectral cutup Antoine badgering his brother by arguing, screaming, grabbing or trying to smack him in public, as they walk down crowded campus promenades and buildings or stand outside R.C.'s door. After a while, you begin to wonder if both these guys are nuts. But Miller, oddly, seems more comfortable with the movie's sentiment than its crazy comedy.
Basketball is a sport that seems almost made for the movies.
But it never sustains the feeling. The moviemakers think they've got the game and the audience figured out. But they just keep throwing up bricks, crashing to the floor and waiting for Frankenstein to show up.