Showing posts with label baseball. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baseball. Show all posts

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Moneyball Review




Recently I waxed poetic about my love for the game of baseball when I revisited and reviewed the classic film Field of Dreams, and as we are only a week into the season the magic isn't even done washing over me yet. Therefore it was a safe bet that the Oscar nominated picture Moneyball would be a breezy, delicious watch for me, not only because of my love of the game but also because of my fascination with the way it is approached behind the scenes over the past 10-15 years. 

See, when I watch baseball it isn't merely a 3 hour television event involving athletes that I can switch off as soon as the final pitch is thrown. No, I want to know everything. I want to understand what the scouts are scouting. I want to know how the finances are broken down in a contract. I want to be a fly on the wall when two teams are negotiating a franchise changing trade. So the fact that a piece of Hollywood entertainment deemed excellent by critics and audiences alike was essentially about those very things, both the business and baseball decision making aspects of my favorite sport, it seemed like a movie that would give me a lot to chew on.

What I wondered, however, is how the material would be handled to appeal to everyone, even those who know little to nothing about the game itself. Luckily, my initial fear of it being a far too simplistic pill to swallow was instantly alleviated when I learned that the screenplay was co-written by Steve Zaillian and Aaron Sorkin, two names that I associate with challenging me with their words rather than keeping it too simple. Sure enough, the screenplay was one of the finest aspects of Moneyball, as it perfectly revolved around the game of baseball without being bogged down by any urge to pander to people like me. Despite being one myself, I recognize that crafting a film only to appeal to fans is not the best approach to filmmaking, and Moneyball can be appreciated even if you have never watched a single inning in your life.




Despite being a not so exciting premise on paper, the tight, focused direction by now multiple Oscar nominee Bennett Miller and the shockingly gorgeous cinematography from Wally Pfister come together to create a world that anyone watching instantly wants to live in. Brad Pitt has been in a lot of great movies over the course of his career but I honestly don't know if he has ever been this on point before, as his turn as famed Oakland A's General Manager Billy Beane is perfectly powerful and yet equally subtle. Despite being familiar with the real Beane for many, many years now, I felt as if I was watching the real thing in action throughout Moneyball rather than an A list actor pretending to be him.

Jonah Hill is a strong supporting piece here, although I will be honest, I am not sure if he was truly worthy of an Oscar nomination for the role. I can't help but wonder if he benefited from a sort of shock factor with voters because he was associated with being merely a comedic actor that belongs alongside Seth Rogen and then all the sudden, there he is, a vital piece in an excellent dramatic feature. Also terrific and surprisingly underutilized is the late, brilliant Philip Seymour Hoffman. It was strange witnessing a man that I consider to be the greatest actor of a generation be such a limited factor in a great film, but at the same time I'm not sure I would change a thing to squeeze him into more scenes. The pacing of Moneyball is essentially perfect throughout just the way it is.




Yes, Moneyball is very much about the way baseball has changed thanks to the usage of advanced analytics as a way of replacing the old school methods of scouting players and teams, but it is also a strong character study about the life of a man who is petrified of repeating the failures of his past. Some of the best moments of the film are when the frame is shared by Billy Beane and his daughter, especially a sequence that takes place in a music store when a father just wants to hear his little girl sing. 

At the end of the day though, Moneyball does celebrate the romantic relationship a fan has with the beautiful game of baseball, and it did so with eloquence and honesty rather than forced sentimentality and manipulation. This is quite the film, one I know I will turn to again and again each year when I smell the way the world comes alive outside after a cold winter ends and I start craving the roar of the crowd and the crack of the bat all over again.


4.5/5 

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Field of Dreams Review




Every Friday afternoon I will glance at the clock near me and do a quick calculation of the minutes remaining in my work day, and thus the countdown begins. Leaving work and heading home to the people I love, the television I watch and the Blu-ray collection I worship is always a terrific moment regardless of the day of the week, but man, nothing beats a Friday on the cusp of a lazy, relaxing weekend. 

This particular Friday, each passing minute felt like a tiny step towards something even more special and I could barely contain my excitement. Sunday is Easter and I get to experience the amazing moment when my daughter discovers what the bunny left her, a reminder that she is still young and innocent enough to believe in magic. One of a few days each year that my wife and I receive no credit for the money we spent or the effort put into organizing the perfect holiday, and we are thrilled to relinquish it to a fictional character because when she smiles, it's all worth it. The amount of time left in which she believes is nearing an end. What remains needs to be cherished.

That isn't everything though. There is more. Once the events of Easter have concluded and my belly is sufficiently stuffed with ham, I will turn on the TV and prepare myself to watch something that I have spent my entire life madly in love with, a game that feels lyrical and beautiful, one that fills me with a nostalgic warmth that can hardly be described with words.

Baseball.




As far back as I can remember, I have loved the game. When winter is at its worst and the cold feels relentless, I will randomly close my eyes and picture that moment when the first pitch is delivered on a beautiful, sunny day. I will practically smell the freshly cut grass as I look out at the majestic glory of Wrigley field. I will hear the crack of the bat as if it was right there in front of me.

I have been thinking about these moments ever since last fall when the final out was recorded, and the magic of the game will return on Sunday night. I knew it was the right time to revisit a classic, a film that both invokes my passion for baseball and also triggers my memories of watching it repeatedly growing up. I knew it was time for Field of Dreams.

It isn't a perfect movie. It is overly sentimental and undeniably manipulative, but I just don't care. What it strives for, it achieves as I connect on a pretty deep emotional level every single time I revisit that striking field in the middle of a farm in Iowa. Field of Dreams is basically impossible for me to watch with an overly judgmental or unbiased, critical eye because sometimes a film transcends the way you would normally put every aspect of a work under a microscope. I choose not to inspect this one too closely. I choose to just sit back, relax and breathe it in.

I will spend these days with my family. I will have fun and watch movies and witness the miracle of a child filled with wonder, and then I will embrace the return of my favorite sport.

Sounds like a pretty great weekend to me. 


5/5