3.3 |
A family drama disguised as a baseball movie that only gets worse as it progresses. The winning concept of a grouchy, forgetful Clint Eastwood is stomped upon by a God-awful script that tries to connect as many dramatic cliches as possible. The last minute deux ex machina attempts to solve one of the many half-baked issues in an aimless, rambling script but sticks out like a sore thumb. Likewise, everything ends as it should in Hollywood and the stars literally ride off into the sunset, surely biting their tongues and counting their cash. It is as generic as they come but one of the best unintentional comedies of the year.
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