Review Date: September 16, 2004
Director: Charles Stone
Writer: Eric Champnella, Keith Mitchell, Howard Gould
Producers: Gary Barber, Roger Birnbaum, Maggie Wilde
Bernie Mac as Stan Ross
Angela Bassett as Mo
Brian J. White as T-Rex
That said, not much else about the film was all that interesting, particularly the labored "relationship" that he shared with Angela Bassett (acting with her breasts...great acting!), the obvious "mentor" angle that he ultimately played up with one of the cockier, younger players, all of the film's lame montages (although any movie that includes a Rob Bass song in its soundtrack, can't be all bad), or shots of parts of the stands, which made it look like a bunch of extras pretending to be part of a bigger stadium. Meh. A couple of the goofy "betting" players on the team were cute, and Paul Sorvino's "performance" as the manager was definitely unique, but on the whole, the players (especially his supposed best friend) were forgettable. Mac's character transformation also felt a touch contrived as he seemed to go back-and-forth between the "asshole" and "nice guy" a little too much for a guy his age (dude, you still haven't figured out what's important in life by this point?) Then again, two words: Barry Bonds. The film also starts off weak and doesn't really get going until about half an hour into the festivities, but if you hang in there and don't go in assuming that it's an "all-out" comedy, instead of a drama with "comedic moments", you might appreciate some of it, as I did. It is tough though, especially since Mac's character is a real prick at the beginning, who you'll likely hate at first. Either way, Bernie Mac is the man and not a "son of a dick" and you can quote me on that.