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lion_heart
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illestni99ainne;5683007 said:Yeah im going this weekend. They show a trailer every time a show goes to commercial no matter the channel its on where im at so its getting publicity. Just hope people go out and support.
I have yet to see a commercial on tv. I've only seen it on Youtube. I didn't even know it was coming out this weekend until I saw the thread.
Review:
If Only History Went Down This Smoothly. 42, Reviewed.
People go to inspirational sports movies not in spite of their predictability but because of it. Other than romantic comedies, there's no other genre so dependent on the fact that you know exactly how they're going to play out. It doesn't help that they're usually based on true stories. These movies–Remember the Titans, Hoosiers, Glory Road, The Express–want to get our juices flowing and comfort us at the same time. Actual sports (not to mention real life) have so much agony and uncertainty wrapped up in them that you can understand why people like watching movies where the underdogs always win or the racists always lose.
If you think you want to see 42, then you'll probably like it, and no review is going to make you feel otherwise. The movie tells the story of how Jackie Robinson broke Major League Baseball's color barrier in the 1940s while playing for the Brooklyn Dodgers. It sets up the pins and knocks them down. Just about everybody at the start of the movie dislikes Robinson because he's black, but by the end, everybody realizes he's great. That's the movie, which doesn't offer much insight or emotional complexity. It congratulates us for being open-minded enough to realize that bigotry is bad.
Chadwick Boseman plays Robinson, and he possesses the man's swagger and smile, not to mention a bit of his stoicism. But he's not playing a nuanced character: He's a symbol for something larger, the struggle of any minority group to be treated equally. It's an incredibly difficult task to portray bland virtue, and Boseman does his best. But although writer-director Brian Helgeland doesn't try to make Robinson a Christ-like figure who suffered for our sins, there's a martyr-ish quality to the way the character's been conceived of that keeps him at a distance from us. The real Jackie Robinson was presumably a layered, complicated man–you know, a fully-formed human being. The one in 42 mostly reacts to the racism around us without revealing much of his inner life. He's just this guy we root for because, hey, nobody deserves to be treated the way he was.
The whole movie has that same goodhearted but musty attitude. (It comes through strongest in Harrison Ford's frumpier-than-frumpy performance as Branch Rickey, the Dodgers executive who drafted Robinson and, according to the movie, spent the rest of his career chewing on cigars and offering gruff-yet-adorable inspirational speeches to his star player.) 42 wants to point out that the old days were bad, but whether it's Mark Isham's pervasive, on-the-nose score or the generally nostalgic look and feel of the film, Helgeland has crafted a story that's so damn conventional it rarely challenges its audience. Watching 42 is akin to getting a full body massage while being told, "don't worry, we can lick bigotry."
The problem is that the racism in this film doesn't possess the necessary sting that would remind us that it still exists in our world today. 42 will introduce a really horrendous character, like Alan Tudyk's rival manager, who's such a clear villain that it's easy to boo-hiss him and even easier to feel superior when he gets his comeuppance. Even Robinson's teammates who initially aren't happy about an African-American player in their locker room come around eventually, but not in any way that gets at how we confront our own biases when meeting people from other walks of life. Still, the movie is intelligently made and sometimes finds a sneaky way of making racism hit home. In one scene, an anonymous father and his young son enjoy a warm moment at the ballpark together, until the father is revealed as a vitriolic racist who shouts the N-word at Robinson over and over again. The son, confused but impressionable, starts doing the same thing. It's the film's effort at showing the extent to which ignorance is learned behavior. And Helgeland also is too smart to suggest that baseball integrated because they realized it was the right thing to do: It was because teams wanted to win, and if a black man could help them do that, so be it. Still, 42 only occasionally makes us feel like bigotry is our problem, not just theirs.
Because Robinson is such a cipher in 42, I sometimes wondered if maybe Helgeland was after something more subversive than what we see on the screen. It's possible to interpret that by making 42 somewhat generic, Helgeland wants Robinson's story to stand in for a lot of other people's stories. In its broad outline, the challenge Robinson endures in 42–keeping his cool and not playing into the hands of his detractors by lashing out–isn't that dissimilar to the strategy that Barack Obama incorporated in his run for president and later during his administration. And the ridiculous logic used by bigots during Robinson's time for shunning him ("How will it affect the locker room?") is the same kind of ridiculous logic used in our discussions of closeted professional athletes.
These are all compelling ideas, but it's likely giving 42 too much credit: I don't buy that the filmmakers specifically intended any of them. The movie's a little too soft and a little too square. That's even more surprising considering that Helgeland once made A Knight's Tale, a movie that giddily took all the conventions of the medieval-times film and turned it into a comedy filled with anachronistic rock 'n' roll songs. 42 is the opposite. Helgeland giving us a staid sports movie that never mucks with the formula. It may help young kids appreciate Robinson's courage, but for a movie based on a real person, 42 doesn't feel much like real life–and, unfortunately, that's where all the troubles this movie is trying to deal with exist.
Grade: C.
Grierson & Leitch write regularly for Deadspin about movies. Follow them @griersonleitch.
If Only History Went Down This Smoothly. 42, Reviewed.
People go to inspirational sports movies not in spite of their predictability but because of it. Other than romantic comedies, there's no other genre so dependent on the fact that you know exactly how they're going to play out. It doesn't help that they're usually based on true stories. These movies–Remember the Titans, Hoosiers, Glory Road, The Express–want to get our juices flowing and comfort us at the same time. Actual sports (not to mention real life) have so much agony and uncertainty wrapped up in them that you can understand why people like watching movies where the underdogs always win or the racists always lose.
If you think you want to see 42, then you'll probably like it, and no review is going to make you feel otherwise. The movie tells the story of how Jackie Robinson broke Major League Baseball's color barrier in the 1940s while playing for the Brooklyn Dodgers. It sets up the pins and knocks them down. Just about everybody at the start of the movie dislikes Robinson because he's black, but by the end, everybody realizes he's great. That's the movie, which doesn't offer much insight or emotional complexity. It congratulates us for being open-minded enough to realize that bigotry is bad.
Chadwick Boseman plays Robinson, and he possesses the man's swagger and smile, not to mention a bit of his stoicism. But he's not playing a nuanced character: He's a symbol for something larger, the struggle of any minority group to be treated equally. It's an incredibly difficult task to portray bland virtue, and Boseman does his best. But although writer-director Brian Helgeland doesn't try to make Robinson a Christ-like figure who suffered for our sins, there's a martyr-ish quality to the way the character's been conceived of that keeps him at a distance from us. The real Jackie Robinson was presumably a layered, complicated man–you know, a fully-formed human being. The one in 42 mostly reacts to the racism around us without revealing much of his inner life. He's just this guy we root for because, hey, nobody deserves to be treated the way he was.
The whole movie has that same goodhearted but musty attitude. (It comes through strongest in Harrison Ford's frumpier-than-frumpy performance as Branch Rickey, the Dodgers executive who drafted Robinson and, according to the movie, spent the rest of his career chewing on cigars and offering gruff-yet-adorable inspirational speeches to his star player.) 42 wants to point out that the old days were bad, but whether it's Mark Isham's pervasive, on-the-nose score or the generally nostalgic look and feel of the film, Helgeland has crafted a story that's so damn conventional it rarely challenges its audience. Watching 42 is akin to getting a full body massage while being told, "don't worry, we can lick bigotry."
The problem is that the racism in this film doesn't possess the necessary sting that would remind us that it still exists in our world today. 42 will introduce a really horrendous character, like Alan Tudyk's rival manager, who's such a clear villain that it's easy to boo-hiss him and even easier to feel superior when he gets his comeuppance. Even Robinson's teammates who initially aren't happy about an African-American player in their locker room come around eventually, but not in any way that gets at how we confront our own biases when meeting people from other walks of life. Still, the movie is intelligently made and sometimes finds a sneaky way of making racism hit home. In one scene, an anonymous father and his young son enjoy a warm moment at the ballpark together, until the father is revealed as a vitriolic racist who shouts the N-word at Robinson over and over again. The son, confused but impressionable, starts doing the same thing. It's the film's effort at showing the extent to which ignorance is learned behavior. And Helgeland also is too smart to suggest that baseball integrated because they realized it was the right thing to do: It was because teams wanted to win, and if a black man could help them do that, so be it. Still, 42 only occasionally makes us feel like bigotry is our problem, not just theirs.
Because Robinson is such a cipher in 42, I sometimes wondered if maybe Helgeland was after something more subversive than what we see on the screen. It's possible to interpret that by making 42 somewhat generic, Helgeland wants Robinson's story to stand in for a lot of other people's stories. In its broad outline, the challenge Robinson endures in 42–keeping his cool and not playing into the hands of his detractors by lashing out–isn't that dissimilar to the strategy that Barack Obama incorporated in his run for president and later during his administration. And the ridiculous logic used by bigots during Robinson's time for shunning him ("How will it affect the locker room?") is the same kind of ridiculous logic used in our discussions of closeted professional athletes.
These are all compelling ideas, but it's likely giving 42 too much credit: I don't buy that the filmmakers specifically intended any of them. The movie's a little too soft and a little too square. That's even more surprising considering that Helgeland once made A Knight's Tale, a movie that giddily took all the conventions of the medieval-times film and turned it into a comedy filled with anachronistic rock 'n' roll songs. 42 is the opposite. Helgeland giving us a staid sports movie that never mucks with the formula. It may help young kids appreciate Robinson's courage, but for a movie based on a real person, 42 doesn't feel much like real life–and, unfortunately, that's where all the troubles this movie is trying to deal with exist.
Grade: C.
Grierson & Leitch write regularly for Deadspin about movies. Follow them @griersonleitch.
chi-guy;5678502 said:I just came from an advanced screening of this move, it was definitely entertaining. I won't say too much about the movie since it isn't out yet but Harrison Ford as Branch Rickey stole the show in my opinion. He played that role perfectly
Fixed the bolded and I cosign, the movie was basically Remember the Titans on the baseball field, not a lot stands out and the previews/trailor reveal too many of the highlights of the story. I wont post any spoilers but this is one I wouldnt rush out to see and I would give 5 maybe 5.5 out of 10.
Sidenote, I was off work and caught a early showing and a bunch of white senior citizens were in there and I swear after the movie they were all looking at me clapping and trying to make small talk leaving the theater like they were apologizing for racism in the movie.....lol
Cosmic_Cannon
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Who else saw it?
Rum Middleton
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Just watched it this afternoon...shit was dope yo. All i'll say is a nigga got chills when he stepped on the field in that Dodger fit...
sapo614;5689086 said:chi-guy;5678502 said:I just came from an advanced screening of this move, it was definitely entertaining. I won't say too much about the movie since it isn't out yet but Harrison Ford as Branch Rickey stole the show in my opinion. He played that role perfectly
Fixed the bolded and I cosign, the movie was basically Remember the Titans on the baseball field, not a lot stands out and the previews/trailor reveal too many of the highlights of the story. I wont post any spoilers but this is one I wouldnt rush out to see and I would give 5 maybe 5.5 out of 10.
Sidenote, I was off work and caught a early showing and a bunch of white senior citizens were in there and I swear after the movie they were all looking at me clapping and trying to make small talk leaving the theater like they were apologizing for racism in the movie.....lol
Awkward moment lol
I feel you on the Remember the Titans analogy, I see what the director was trying to do with it. Ford's portrayal of Branch Rickey was great. He went all out to get things done and the way he delivered in some of the scenes were comedic
What stands out to me is the Phillies game and the way Jackie was treated, but the end result was nice lol
Already Home_17
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#1 at the box office, 27 million
better than I expected. I need to see this
better than I expected. I need to see this
Undergroundraplegend
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I just saw this today.
would really liked it if they showed him winning his world series title.
would really liked it if they showed him winning his world series title.
clairvoyance
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Undergroundraplegend;5697488 said:I just saw this today.
would really liked it if they showed him winning his world series title.
Yea I wanted to see a show down like a league of theyre own but was a good movie overall...
VulcanRaven
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I wanted to see them win the world series too.
vageneral08
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great ass movie.....shawty girl was bad down ass chick
Chef_Taylor
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The actress who played Robinson wife in the movie was beautiful I would like to see her in more films....movie was better than I expected.
