Director: John Lee Hancock | Starring:
Sandra Bullock, Tim McGraw, Kathy Bates
Released: 2009
| Runtime: 129m
| Rating (out of 5):
**½ |
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Oy vey is mir. Whether
it's Rhea
Pearlman or Michelle
Pfeiffer or Jessica
Lange or Sean
Connery, there's always something vaguely racist and condescending
about watching white folks save black youth. What they really need
is Ghost
Dog to teach them some street ninja shit! Okay, maybe not, but
see how even I get uncomfortable with the paint by numbers great white
savior thing and turn instantly to Jim
Jarmusch humor?
So you all know the gist of this one. It's a "true story"
about this poor giant kid from the projects who is bounced around
from home to home because his dad took off and his mom loves the crack.
One day he coincidentally visits the wealthy private school of his
current benefactor who happens to be the custodian at said school
and draws the eye of the football coach as he, all six-four of him,
dunks the shit out of a basketball while waiting at the outdoor court.
Apparently nobody else saw the possibility of this athletic giant?
Well, fiction is fiction. He ends up at the school, but has the education
commiserate with his poor life and poor school and is not a good student.
He's on the verge of being back from whence he came when the rich
white lady with brass balls saves his ass. Luckily she also has this
creepy son who rides around on the big lug's back like fuckin' Yoda
in that backpack and happens to know everything about football and
teaches the big dummy all about how to play. Bullshit detector on
nine. And then there's this whole thing about him obviously not being
a good student, but tested with really high marks for "protective
instinct." And, what do you know, like a dog or lower life form,
he foams at the mouth when someone he loves is threatened in any way!
And what a perfect quality for a person whose job it is to protect
his quarterback--more specifically his blind side! Huzzah! My bs meter
has hit eleven.
Hokiness aside, the movie could have been worse. If you can get past
the obviouly awkward idea of the great white hope (after all it is
a true-ish story) and put away the fact they make the guy into a total
dummy who is taught football by a weird 8-year-old midget and is essentially
only good because he has some weird non-human, pavlovian reaction
to people getting near his QB you may enjoy the general feel-good
story and like watching Sandra Bullock play a feisty blonde housewife.
Though, I liked it a little better when it was called Air
Bud: Golden Receiver. [HBO On Demand, MF]
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