All right, it’s back to going with the promotional material. What can I say? This one kind of revitalized me.Continue reading “Day Sixteen: Rocky Balboa (MotM 2021)”
This is my cover for this film. I’m not even gonna bother with the promotional art. I’m tired.Continue reading “Day Fifteen: Rocky V (MotM 2021)”
I might just become a Rocky trivia master after watching these almost daily. That, and these films are all almost the same.Continue reading “Day Fourteen: Rocky IV (MotM 2021)”
Oh no. Ohhhhh nooooo. Ohhhhhhhh… nooooooooooooooo…Continue reading “Day Thirteen: Rocky III (MotM 2021)”
How do you make a good movie again? Do it over again. But as the meme says, “Yeah, but don’t make it too obvious.” It was a little obvious to me.Continue reading “Day Eleven: Rocky II (MotM 2021)”
If you follow my blog, you’re gonna see a lot of Stallone in the coming week(s). Might be all in a row, might be scattered throughout. But my brother and I have started one of our traditional franchise marathons, and we’ve decided on Rocky. How does it fare?
And a note: My brother does not share my sleeping schedule, so these films will have to wait until after my work shifts. I’ll have to keep the posts on these films relatively short!Continue reading “Day Ten: Rocky (MotM 2021)”
Cinderella Man is among my favorite films, at least I believe so. One of the major proponents of that film is the sport of boxing, which, while irrefutably violent, has some beauty surrounding it. When We Were Kings was something of a back-up plan today, as the original film was much longer and I ended up watching it fairly late. Thus, I thought to myself, “Why not kick back and watch something on a boxing legend?” Continue reading “Day Twenty-Seven: When We Were Kings (MotM 2019)”
I don’t have an excuse for getting this post out this late tonight. Just ended up being this late.
Sandra Bullock won an award for her role in this film. Her character is caring, traditional-minded, and strong-willed. She has sass, with a number of biting remarks for a number of different characters. She’s likable—about as likable of a character as it sounds. But does this deserve her an award? If the rest of the movie is any indication, she’s the only bright spot in a world of muddy water.
Without sugar-coating it, I don’t think Bullock deserved an award for her performance. I think this was a case of the judges liking her character more than her acting, as there was little here that could justify Bullock’s finest quality of acting. I could put any number of actresses here and very little would change about the film. Some of this is due to her character not having much of a personality outside of her usual demeanor, while some is simply Bullock acting as she should. I suppose 2009 was a thin year for lead actresses.
Popping the biggest zit on the metaphorical forehead that symbolizes The Blind Side as a whole, let’s continue on with the greasy skin which groomed the zit to substantial size. Bullock’s character is an interesting point to start off with, as she is the only positive one. Despite my claim that she doesn’t deserve the award she received for this film, she did do a decent job. And her character is likable, if not a little too stubbornly within her role. Everything else about this film feels forced, uninspired, and far too safe to impact the viewer with the messages it tries to convey.
For those who kept up with the month, recall my review of Space Cowboys and how I demolished it for its use of one-role/one-joke characters and by-the-books narrative structure. In that film’s case, some interesting characterization and two likable characters save it from being completely derivative. In The Blind Side’s case, Sandra Bullock is the only savior. It’s amazing how watchable Space Cowboys feels in comparison, as The Blind Side seems to have read up on every “How To” book on creating dramatic underdog stories and threw in every detail without developing a single one. It’s to the point where it’s almost insulting; insulting to the viewer and insulting to those who actually have to face the reality that’s only hinted at in this film.
So self-indulgent in its own masterpiece, the scenes play out and garner all sorts of strange, tonal shifts that go from inspiring to traumatic to… funny? One scene goes as such: the son of the woman who adopts Oher as her own, and Oher himself are driving the family car down the road, goofing off and singing to a song on the radio. Not paying attention, Oher crashes the car into a truck that’s slowly backing out into their lane. It cuts to the woman receiving a phone call notifying her of the accident. Cutting again to the scene of the accident, she rushes to Oher, who’s sitting down on the sidewalk away from the accident, who tells her to check on the kid. Seeing that her son is being tended to, she shoves an officer out of the way and runs to him, asking if he’s okay. To this, he replies: “Mom. Do you think the blood will wash out of my shirt?”
It was at this point I decided not to take the film seriously anymore. Here we have a kid, who’s bloodied from a car accident, being tended to on a stretcher, making one-liners to his mother, who is worried sick about him. On top of that, she smiles and answers his question seriously, only to go back to Oher and tell him that everything’s fine and that it happens to everybody. Not one ounce of anger. Astounding. The film doesn’t have the guts to have a single lingering negative circumstance surround the characters for any extended period. Not only that, but the guts to show any negative event that would shock the viewer into believing the hardships of Oher’s life. All throughout, things are simply stated, and if shown at all, are shown only to the most minimal degree. Nothing truly gets any attention, other than Bullock’s face and Oher’s rise to football stardom (though even that feels lopsided).
So the story is laughably benign of all tension and personality. Are the characters any better? Unfortunately no, as they all stick firmly within their characters’ roles and nothing more. Oher’s a tragic hero, bullied by life and mistreated by just about everybody. A sad sack who’s good at heart and couldn’t hurt a fly. Bullock’s character is the sweet-hearted angel who takes him in and provides him all he needs to survive and flourish athletically. Her family is there. The teachers and football coaches are there. They receive next to no development as people and hardly provide anything worthwhile to anything. Bullock’s husband and daughter may as well have not been in this movie. Bullock’s son I wish wasn’t in this movie. The more I think about it, the more I realize that nearly every character is only to provide a single driving point: Oher is to be pitied, and Bullock is to be praised.
It doesn’t give a single shit. It doesn’t give a shit about Oher or his real-life struggles. It doesn’t give a shit about the traumatic experiences that happen behind the scenes. It doesn’t give a shit that everything about this film is but a big-budget straight-to-VHS movie. It doesn’t give a shit that its own narcissistic telling of a genuinely interesting story ruined everything about this film for me, and likely others. It doesn’t give a shit how the only real thing they wanted to do was make a flimsy “zero to hero” story without any effort. The Blind Side is blinded by its own grandeur, which may have been the most insulting thing involved, and what makes it so easy to forget.
Final Score: 3/10
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There’s a bit of history between this title and I. As a retail worker in an electronics department, I was subjected to trailers of upcoming movies playing over and over for hours on end. There were movies such as The Avengers, Tomorrowland, and Paper Towns, but one movie stuck out for being particularly… annoying. This movie was Underdogs, a movie about overcoming adversity, believing in miracles, and soccer (or fútbol). It seemed like typical low-brow animated kids’ junk from the trailers, but a little research made the movie all the more intriguing to me. Originally called Metegol, the film was produced in Argentina, and was released all the way back in 2013. The film won a wide variety of awards within the country, and eventually it was scheduled to have an English dub for an American release. However, as time went on, the film’s theater release date was pushed back multiple times, until it was eventually pulled from the schedule altogether. It wouldn’t be released in America until July of this year, straight to DVD and blu-ray.
The intrigue doesn’t stop there. This is just me theorizing, but I believe the English dub of this film went through production hell for many years. The trailers for the English theatrical release show various lines that are never uttered in the final version, and even have different voices for specific characters. Many of the jokes shown in the trailer are not in the final version. Most damning of all, Metegol has a total runtime of an hour and forty-six minutes. Underdogs has a runtime of an hour and twenty-five minutes. Twenty-one minutes of film mysteriously vanish from one language to another. With all of these loose ends, it’s hard to really criticize the movie’s original form, as I don’t speak the language it was released for. I can only share my thoughts on its English release as Underdogs. So for those who have seen the movie in its intended language, note that I am looking at this film as Underdogs, the American (and apparently shortened) version released only within the last two months.
The film is 95% flashback. The entire story of Underdogs is a recollection of an old father’s childhood and young adulthood in story form. This story is told to his son, who is feeling inadequate with himself for whatever reason. Something about soccer. This story has Jake, the male hero, showcasing his absurd love for foosball to his friends. It then introduces Ace, the antagonist of the film, as he comes in and bullies Jake by beating him at foosball. However, Jake decides enough is enough and defeats Ace many times over, leaving him humiliated. This loss to Jake leaves Ace so distraught with himself that he vows revenge at all costs. That revenge comes many years later, when the main cast are now adults, as Ace comes back to the town and announces he’s purchased it with his fortune after becoming the world’s biggest soccer star. His first order of business is to demolish the entire town to rid himself of any evidence of his loss to Jake many years prior. Jake, defeated, is crying near the center of the town when one of his tears lands on a foosball figurine off of his foosball table. This tear brings this figurine to life (and all the rest of them, apparently), as the adventure begins to unfold soon after. Very soon after.
The first and most immediate problem with this film is every scene after the figurines come to life. This film has no idea what the word “pacing” is, moving at the speed of sound with scene after scene of long, overdrawn conversations and comedic skits of the figurines doing silly things. Nothing is slow. Nothing is subtle. Transitions are even abrupt as characters randomly jump from setting to setting, going from a dump to a long road to a carnival to Ace’s mansion back to the carnival into a forest and so on and so forth. This constant pounding of scene after scene of so little of overall importance alienates the audience into wondering what the entire point of the story is. Are the figurines only supposed to be comic relief? What is their point? Are they supposed to be helping Jake? As soon as the figurines come into the picture, all importance of a central conflict seems to go kaput. The film literally only shows various ways of trying to make the figurines endearing. It doesn’t work.
Even setting the pacing aside, the plot takes very obvious leaps with its logic in almost every scene. Rats are horses. Figurines talk to one another with intricate backstories that don’t make any sense because they’re toys (Why are these figurines talking about sponsors?). Jake can operate heavy machinery and limousines despite not having a car (and knows where “Ace Land” is despite its existence being short-lived). Explosions occur out of random. There are many things about Underdogs that beg for a change in the movie’s name to Overdone. It tries so hard to cram as much of a silly, adventure-like story into a half-hour timeframe that it ultimately comes off as confusing. I cannot stress enough how completely bonkers the middle of this film is. It makes The Room look competent at times. Every scene is so full of nothing that one can’t help but feel the film should’ve cut the majority of it all out.
When a story is clearly lacking, viewers turn to the characters to make up for a less immersive plot. Underdogs suffers tremendously from a narrative standpoint, but fares only slightly better in terms of character. Jake is a lovable loser type of character, who remains as one of the only characters to obtain any sort of development throughout. But as I’ve covered many times in the past, developing a weakling is among the easiest tropes to complete, so it’s not that impressive. Every other character stays within that slot that they were designed for within the movie. Laura, the female lead and romantic interest of Jake, is just that. She is the romantic interest of Jake (and for some reason Ace(?)). Nothing more, nothing less. There is a point right before Ace returns to the town where she tells Jake that she’s going to art school. This is never brought up at any point afterwards, nor does it indicate that Laura is artistic in any sense. Her entire character is “Stick up for the weak. Fight against the bully. I fall in love with hero just because.” Ace is the antagonist. He’s the epitome of everything everyone hates in a human being and does nothing to hide it. Despite this, he is famous beyond reason with an implied monstrous amount of adoring fans, despite being the worst person in existence. He never changes. Never has any shred of goodness. He’s simply bad. Because he’s bad. In fact, he’s so bad that every person in the town hated him when he was a kid. Every person cheered when Jake beat him in foosball, while Ace commented afterwards that he’d make everyone in the town love him. He might really be Satan.
The figurines, as I will not address them all by name (because I’ve forgotten most of them), range from comic relief to comic relief, with a sprinkle of helpful, magical adviser to Jake. These figurines, on an individual level, are playfully one-dimensional. I won’t comment on the fact that their characters are so one-dimensional because their entire point is to be one-dimensional. There’s the leader, the self-absorbed one, the hippie, the Russian (who gets one line throughout the movie), the Italian brothers (Reference, anyone?), among others who don’t really matter in the long run. People’s tastes in comedy vary, but I never smirked once at any intentional humor the figurines deployed. What was more funny about the movie was how randomly non-important each scene playing back to back was. These figurines, while remaining one-dimensional, don’t have the charm to pick up the film as not only do I not find them funny, but I don’t think they have any use to Jake, either. They fail as both comic relief and a helpful adviser. The only time they serve any assistance is during the last fifteen minutes of the film, and Jake quickly tells them to get off his lawn.
The only real “strength” to this movie is the final showdown with Ace and his team of all-star players. Not because it’s actually good, but because it’s not a bunch of randomly spliced scenes showing back to back without any importance. It is the only time where the film is actually focused on a particular conflict, with dedication being spent on making the match dramatic and emotionally poignant. That doesn’t mean the comedy incorporated into the scene is any better, nor are the amount of clichés bearable, but it at least gives us time to settle into a scene and stick with it, knowing full well what’s at stake and why we should care.
The canvas I’ve painted for this film is already grim, but allow me to further push it into unspeakable decay. What may be the most atrocious part of Underdogs is the voice acting, and the lip-syncing to go along with it. The voice acting during the trailers were fine. Not great, but fine. In the final product, lines become a thousand times more unintentionally hilarious due to a lack of overall effort or bad timing. The lip-syncing is worse than old kung-fu movies made back in the ’80s. People’s mouths will move far less than the amount of words being spoken, with facial expressions varying rapidly despite the monotony of the words being spoken. Ace’s voice in particular seems incredibly over the top, with every word spewing from his mouth like acid spit. Laura’s voice made an already bland character into sandpaper. However, the actor with the most hideous performance of all was Mel Brooks, who genuinely sounded like he was reading a book with every line. Not to mention, the voice does not suit his slimy businessman character whatsoever. I wouldn’t go so far as to say every voice actor was awful, but most of them probably could’ve had another retake or twenty.
The overall look and animation of Underdogs is probably the only thing the English version didn’t have enough focus to alter, leaving the style of the original film in place. Despite the 2016 release date, the animation looks very early 2010. It also looks very minimal budget, too. For what it’s worth, the colors are vibrant, the animation is smooth throughout, and the characters are memorable enough by the contour of their bodies. However, I feel the design choices of the characters are a little, should I say, uncanny valley. A few characters, particularly Laura as an adult and “Emo,” look a little odd to me based on their expressions and facial structure. There are times when Laura looks twenty, but then looks forty. Emo’s frustrated grimace is just… eugh. There is also an old woman, simply referred to as “Nana,” whose breasts literally take up her entire body. Her breasts are her stomach. They look like giant bananas under her shirt. Needless to say, it was very disturbing. The design choices are, at best, weird, with more focus geared towards lighting, color, and flair, rather than human sculpting. Fine. Not great, but fine.
When all was said and done, I was glad I was finally able to watch this movie. However, I felt slightly disappointed after knowing so much from the trailer was cut from the final version, and then learning afterwards that the original version was slightly more different than not. It makes me want to try and find the movie with English subtitles to see if the movie really is worth all the fame it’s gotten. From what the English version showed me, absolutely not. Underdogs is a complete mess of pacing, unnecessary scenes, and a lack of overall substance that only the lowest common denominator would find high quality. But does that mean Metegol is the same way? This may simply be a case of a movie’s potential being lost in translation, which I think is a shame. Only time will tell—all I know is that Underdogs was certainly not well worth the wait.
Final Score: 1/10