I had to wait for football season to end before writing about The Blind Side.
And I felt so bad during the season, when I’d catch a Baltimore game and hear the announcers talk endlessly about Michael Oher, the real life player the film is “loosely” based on.
After a discussion about drive-ins and their disappearance, I decided to see Blind Side at the one left in Santee. Imagine my shock when the sign said “No dogs” and my girlfriend and I had to throw a blanket over our pooch as if we were guys in those 50s films smuggling in their friends via the car trunk.
I was a bit surprised at the price, too. It was only a couple dollars less than a regular theatre. I guess now that you can hear the film perfectly on a radio station in the comfort of your own car and without buying an $8 popcorn, they’ve got to make their money somehow.
Now, my first instincts after seeing a film based on a real character, is to Google. I officially ended that practice after loving Cinderella Man so much, and finding out a lot of bogus stuff the movie included (you can always count on Ron Howard for that).
I saw a Disney film about the first all-black starting college basketball team that I enjoyed a year later. I was able to refrain from Googling, but happened to read a Sports Illustrated article that talked about all the things made up for the film.
One well-known critic who I’ve argued with before (his name rhymes with “Dodger Alert”), mentioned in a book on the 100 greatest films (a great read, by the way), that the movie JFK doesn’t have to be real because it’s a movie. I feel that’s completely wrong. If you want to do that, write a movie like The Rose. People might be reminded of Janis Joplin, but it’s a fictional character, so you can do what you want with it.
Going blindly into The Blind Side, I already knew it would have a happy ending. That doesn’t mean you don’t enjoy the ride, no matter how clichéd a sports film it becomes. You’d have to have a heart of stone (no Roberto Duran reference intended) to not get misty eyed.
It’s nice to see Sandra Bullock make a good film. And please, don’t try to argue that Crash was good. It was okay at best.
I know Tim McGraw, her husband in the movie, is a country singer. I don’t know anything about his music, but was a fan of his dad Tug — the man with the worst name in baseball history.
It’s a shame that Bullock will win the Oscar for this role. It’s a bit schmaltzy. But then, maybe the Academy just can’t wrap their minds around a rich, Republican from Texas helping out a poor kid.
The script has a few fumbles along the way and was almost in danger of looking like a polished up after-school special or Lifetime movie of the week.
It’s a shame, too, that the few times I was really getting into a scene, there were distractions from the drive-in crowd.
One person started high beaming the screen. Another time, a car alarm went off for four minutes; the equivalent of a cell phone going off in a regular theatre.
It’s strange that some are hailing this the best movie of the year. I can name 100 better sports movies, and at least 15 better football movies. One from this year called The Express, starring Dennis Quaid (he also did a football film called Everybody’s All-American that easily surpassed Blind Side).
Although this was the conventional sports drama you expect (do sports films even need trailers?), the performances all worked. And sure, I felt like pulling an Elvis and shooting the screen when I saw the words “based on a true story.” I felt like shooting the screen a second time when I saw a weak opening sequence on what should’ve been a powerful scene (Bullock talking about the importance of linemen and the gruesome career-ending injury of Joe Theismann).
Mike Ochs struggled in school, but his story on film pulled a B-.
Sandra Bullock will pull the Oscar win for this. I’d just love to see a baseball card with her movie credits listed on the back like statistics. It wouldn’t be the pretty picture you see on the flip side.