With Wit, Reviewed By Kimmo Mustonenen
It is almost the time when fretting must be done.
The time of “cinema suck.” Summer movie blitz.
Damn… but what is to happen must be happening – it is the way of the world.
But now is Draft Day.
The sport called by some in Europe as “hand egg” but in America is “Football” and done in the fall has a time (in the spring) that comes for American college graduates with giant muscle bodies to be drafted for the game – from crappiest of teams to the best.
Like in junior high, where my brother Olli was always picked last for “Pin The Fish on the Retard” (number one game in Finland!).
Sonny Weaver, Jr. (Kevin Costner), the General Manager of the first picking Cleveland Browns. The National Footballer draft is coming and Sonny needs to fix his draft place and pick the best swollen muscle runner for the footballing.
It is not easy.
There is wheeling, then the dealing, then the pregnant girlfriend (Jennifer Garner). The main coach-man (Denis Leary) is an asshole. The owner (Frank Langella) is a bigger of asshole.
There is lots of time for the worrying with grumpy faces on everyone.
There are several thousand phones calling other phones.
And then there is the yelling.
And new things are learned – most important of all is that the game of footballing is much more for excitement than watching how the game of footballing gets made.
Moneyball for baseball is like this movie.
Someday will be the making of a good film about sports building because that movie will be about the greatest game of all – hockey.
Until that joyous of all days we must have Draft Day.
Verdict: One thumb sideways, the other also asleep. There no Transformers (thank Odin!) and no explosions (also good). And no car chases.
Wait until is it Netflix time to see this thing. Then send the money you saved to me. I deserve it.
Remember… summer is coming.
Kimmo Mustonenen – (Kimmo On Kino) – Behind The Proscenium
P.S. Ice Hockey Play for Marbles (All of Them) and The Cup Time is now almost with us. My love for Teemu Selänne is growing even bigger if that is a possibility. I have no love for Ducks, yet Teemu makes my non-Duck love disappear. That is what a Finnish Superman does to us. And me.
P.P.S. Game of Thrones. Damn. Arya is in my night time nightmares now. Creepy kid. Watch it instead of Draft Day. You will thank me again.