I don't like the idea of calling every movie I don't like a "bad movie." I rate films on how they appeal to me, on the chemistry that I have with the movie. For me, this movie was like hearing about a person who had everything in common with you, but when you meet them, NOTHING. Zippo. No chemistry at all.
This film takes place in NYC and centers around the 1986 World Series between the Mets and BoSox, a writer, Nick (MICHAEL KEATON), plagued by a bad review and living in fear of another one by the notoriously harsh (and oddball) reviewer, Steven Schwimmer (ROBERT DOWNEY, JR.). Rather than attend opening night of his play, Nick goes to a bar to watch the series on TV. As other people have provided far more detailed summaries, I won't repeat those efforts.
I lived in New York in 1986, was a die-hard Mets fan, and seeing parts of the series again was maybe the best part of the film for me. In 1986, I was in a local bar, two minutes from the stadium, watching the real game 6 of the series.
So, I'm a writer, I love New York, I saw every play of that series as it actually happened -- but the film did absolutely nothing for me. Little bits and pieces were of passing interest, but they faded. I didn't relate to Michael Keaton's character, or really understand him, at all. Therefore, I didn't care what happened to him.
Maybe I let Ebert & Roeper's "TWO THUMBS WAY UP" sway me into thinking I'd at least like this film, but alas, I don't always come close to agreeing with them. I should learn my lesson! Some will love this film and I suspect others will have a similar reaction to mine. My recommendation is to see this film and decide for yourself. If I were the umpire, I'd call this movie out on strikes. But that's just me.
This film takes place in NYC and centers around the 1986 World Series between the Mets and BoSox, a writer, Nick (MICHAEL KEATON), plagued by a bad review and living in fear of another one by the notoriously harsh (and oddball) reviewer, Steven Schwimmer (ROBERT DOWNEY, JR.). Rather than attend opening night of his play, Nick goes to a bar to watch the series on TV. As other people have provided far more detailed summaries, I won't repeat those efforts.
I lived in New York in 1986, was a die-hard Mets fan, and seeing parts of the series again was maybe the best part of the film for me. In 1986, I was in a local bar, two minutes from the stadium, watching the real game 6 of the series.
So, I'm a writer, I love New York, I saw every play of that series as it actually happened -- but the film did absolutely nothing for me. Little bits and pieces were of passing interest, but they faded. I didn't relate to Michael Keaton's character, or really understand him, at all. Therefore, I didn't care what happened to him.
Maybe I let Ebert & Roeper's "TWO THUMBS WAY UP" sway me into thinking I'd at least like this film, but alas, I don't always come close to agreeing with them. I should learn my lesson! Some will love this film and I suspect others will have a similar reaction to mine. My recommendation is to see this film and decide for yourself. If I were the umpire, I'd call this movie out on strikes. But that's just me.