This movie had my audience of white trash methheads and members of AARP club rolling, so that should tell you enough about this already. I wanted to take a nap halfway through this movie, but unfortunately I was afraid the methheads would lynch me.
So the plot is everyone getting on Kevin Costner’s ass during Draft Day, all while dealing with his dead father and figuring out how to proceed forward with his not exactly girlfriend.
Sound cliché right? Well guess what, this movie shoves every cliché there is in history down your throat with corny fucking jokes that everyone was laughing at. Add to it that the cast seems bored especially Jennifer Garner who only had one facial expression the whole movie. I mean the only really trying here is Kevin Costner and it pisses me off to no end that Ellen Burstyn was wasted in the film. And don’t get me started on peanut headed Diddy showing up in this shit.
And my boy is right Ivan Reitman should only produce Ghostbusters III (which shouldn’t happen anyways now that Harold Ramis is dead rest his soul), cause after watching this, his style is lost. Its medium close-up followed by a split screen followed by a character breaking the split screen line, followed by a fly over shot a specific city’s stadium. Add to that the split screen started to resemble comic book panels and it got really distracting and annoying fast. When an editor and director show off it can sometimes be cool, but here it was misfire that seemed to making up for the dull talky movie that would never end. I mean seriously, this movie is damn near two hours and I felt every minute of the running time.
Really, the only postive thing I can say about this shit is that Tom Welling no longer looks like a 40 year old boy. He lost weight added a lot muscle and looks like the one white dude in Trenton on Perry Street chilling on the corner who if you pay him $50 to $100 he’ll stab someone for you. So there’s that.
So all in all this movie is very vanilla and will most likely put you to sleep. Skip this shit.