A Baseball Newbie’s List of Lesser Diamond Flicks

I wasn’t always a baseball enthusiast (my wife says “read ‘fanatic’).  For most of my life, I more or less despised team sports.  In school I was aware of my physical limitations (general clumsiness) so I never felt I could contend with most of the other kids on the team and subconsciously at least, I had a powerful need to not let people down, even if they were people I didn’t really care about (jocks).  This attitude grew into a more general hatred of and intellectual superiority over those who enjoyed sports.  Then about seven years ago, I took my seven-year-old to his first major league baseball game in Toronto and found, much to my dismay and pleasure, I was having a great time.  As a kid, I had enjoyed baseball more than the Canadian staple, hockey, but I had obviously forgotten that joy and this event, coupled with an encroaching mid-life crisis, led, no, drove me to obsess about baseball.  For at least six months a year, I became the dreaded sports dad/husband.  All this verbiage is simply to explain that my love of the game is a recent development and I’m playing catch up with life-long fans so the breadth of my knowledge and exposure may not be as great as some.  I watch copious amounts of ball during the season and then read and watch ball-oriented fiction and non-fiction during the off-season.  We all know about the Bull Durhams and Naturals but I wanted to focus on some underrated, unorthodox, even unknown titles that I’ve enjoyed.  Some of these aren’t critical darlings but in some way, they have touched me or made me appreciate the game that much more.

Kevin Costner is spotty.  He is unreliable.  He is too laconic.  He is Jimmy Stewart without the chops.  But there are two genres that he excels at, in which he seems truly at home, westerns and baseball movies (this would include movies in which he plays a baseball player but aren’t really about baseball, like The Upside Of Anger). My personal favourite of these is For the Love Of the Game.  Costner plays a Detroit Tigers pitcher in the dusk of his career, pitching the game of his life, a potential perfect game, and as he plays, he remininces about a life of missed opportunities.  There is a wonderful undercurrent of bittersweet regret comingled with wry humour and pathos that really works for me and the movie offers a terrific behind-the-plate view of the sometimes monotonous life of a ball player.  Costner gives a good (possibly great) performance and this movie gives credence to my theory that there is no bad John C. Reilly movie (although Stepbrothers comes awfully close).

Jimmy Stewart had the lanky build for a Randy Johnson-like pitcher and as one of the biggest box-office draws of the late 1940′s, was perfect to play White Sox pitcher Monty Stratton in the ‘true’ feel-good Stratton Story.  Stratton was one of the winningest pitchers in the American League in the 1930′s until an off-season hunting accident took one of his legs.  His recovery and subsequent return to pro ball, albeit the minor leagues, nonetheless is a terrific story of grit and determination.  Stewart is, as always, reliable but June Allyson shines as the perky, imperturbable Ethel, the wife who pulled him through.  A great look at baseball in the 1930′s.

“A baseball game is simply a nervous breakdown divided into nine innings.” – Earl Wilson.  It has been said by many in the game that a pro ball player makes it based on mental toughness as much as talent.  A hitter has less than a second to decide whether he will swing, where he will swing and what to do once he swings and if he succeeds 3 out of every 10 times, he is considered a success.  And this with tens of thousands of people screaming at him, many not favorably.  This would be enough to drive a normal man crazy and that’s exactly what happened to Red Sox player Jimmy Piersall, documented in his autobiography, Fear Strikes Out.  His harrowing ordeal became a movie in 1957 with Anthony Perkins as Piersall and Karl Malden as the tough father with all his dreams invested in his son.  Malden is, as usual, terrific and Perkins was certainly able to convey the depression and internal struggle that Piersall fought his whole life but as a ball player, well, Perkins makes a good depressed person.  He is just too slight and weak to make us believe he was able to make it that far (and he has a terrible swing).  But overall, still a fine movie.

Possibly the greatest player with the greatest story in baseball history is Jackie Robinson.  The story of  his rise through the ranks of the white baseball world, dealing with overt racism, often from his own teammates and fans, in the most civilized and gracious way, to become one of the best players in the game would make one of the best baseball movies of all time.  Well, 1950′s The Jackie Robinson Story is not that movie.  It’s the children’s Jackie Robinson story, a simplistic and timid tale released only two years after Robinson made it to the ‘show’ and even recognizing  the time of its release, it’s abbreviated running time (76 minutes) is wasted brushing lightly on his difficulties as the first black man in a white game.  It’s almost a disservice to modern fans who watch every race participating in today’s game to view this early period through the rose-coloured tint this movie offers.  Why do I include it on this list, you may ask?  Because the man who portrays Jackie Robinson is none other than…Jackie Robinson himself.  It becomes an important historical document, one that shows us the soft-spoken, kind man who rewrote the history of the game.  Granted, though he IS playing himself, he’s not the best actor but in this performance, we can see a kernel of the great man that was and was to come.  So, in the meantime, until someone decides to retell this story properly and respectfully (please!), we’ll have to live with this.

A movie that more accurately deals with the race issue in this period is the 1996 television movie, Soul Of the Game.  Blunt, sharp, well-written and acted, this story of the Negro Leagues and their greats, Satchell Paige and Josh Gibson, sets the record straight, showing a much more confident Jackie Robinson, played by Blair Underwood, beating these other players to the ‘bigs’ because he was willing to (pardon the pun) ‘play ball’.  Delroy Lindo’s Paige is an excellent portrayal of an aging great trying to hold on to youth and fame just a bit longer.

Seeing that I’m fairly new to the game, there are doubtless other lesser known baseball movies that I could put on my off-season viewing list and I would be most thankful for some suggestions or your thoughts on the ones I’ve mentioned.  See you at the park!

High School (Movie) Reunion!

Ah, yes.  The proverbial high school reunion.  I am waxing nostalgic because this past weekend I had the distinct (dubious) pleasure of attending said event and it became clear to me that 2o-25 years seems like a looong time (although it feels like yesterday… literally!).  I spent the evening drinking substandard red wine, eating finger foods and trying to figure out just how the hell I remember the names and not the faces, the faces and not the names or the manes and not the names.  After all, the 80′s was a time of big hair and big dreams.  As the (terrible) D.J. played some of the worst music from 1976 to 1997 (maybe he didn’t get the memo that it was an EIGHTIES reunion), I thought about the movies of the 1980′s.  Not the big moneymakers or Oscar winners necessarily, but the movies that that were important to me, either for the environment, the company or the impact on my film consciousness.  Here are some of those movies, in no particular order, just as they crowd into my mind:

Say Anything… (1989) - To be fair, I saw this when I was in my early 20′s but I scream at the grievious crime that kept this film from being released ten years earlier, at the start of my illustrious high school career.  If I could have had watched at the tender age of 14, loveable yet ambitionless Lloyd Dobler chase and win valedictorian Diane Court, oh, the great changes that would have been wrought in my life.  Okay, maybe not, but John Cusack’s performance has cemented him for all time as the poster boy for dweebs with a dream (female, not computer).  Director and writer Cameron Crowe has made the smartest, wittiest, sweetest teen film ever and everything else pales in comparison (sorry, Twilight fans).  Every character is fresh and original yet someone we know; the dialogue is constantly a surprise yet exactly what that character should say and the plot has enough romance to woo the girls, humour to win the guys and the music is timelessly perfect.  Suffice to say, this movie makes me wish I could relive my teen years, as crappy as they seemed at the time.

Gandhi – This is the one that first showed me the separation between movies (entertainment) and film (art).  No one would see it with me so I trekked up to the Capitol Theatre in Chatham, Ontario by myself because I heard it was “good”.  Before this, my tastes tended to Porky’s, James Bond and Star Wars, but for three hours, I sat mesmerized by a film that played epic yet private and personal.  Richard Attenborough’s direction was letter perfect and Ben Kingsley’s performance as the small man with a giant influence was nothing short of brilliant.

Friday the 13th 3-D – Okay, not much of a watermark but it was the first movie I saw that used something akin to the modern 3-D technology I absolutely love in theatres today.  I had seen some poor 3-D in the past but I sat in awe as there was real depth to the sets and when that eyeball popped out of that guy’s face and into my lap, I laugh out loud in appreciation.

Phenomena (Creepers) – My best friend Dwayne and I had a tradition, two dollar Tuesdays.  Every Tuesday, we would go to a movie, regardless of what was playing and sometimes this was difficult.  Before the current predilection towards first weekend boffo box-office, movies used to have what is called in the industry ‘legs’.  These are movies that hung on….forever.  It was not uncommon for a movie to play for literally months and with only three theatres in town, this would wreak havoc on our tradition.  Well, Creepers was not one of these movies.  In fact, Creepers was a filler.  When a big movie was opening on Wednesday instead of Friday, the Capitol would throw in something no one had ever heard of to fill the space for a big five days, from Friday until Wednesday, to disappear into oblivion.  That Tuesday, we saw the poster that showed a young girl holding a handful of insects, with the tagline “From Dario Argento, the master of terror”.  Who?  How could someone we’d never heard of be the master of terror?, we joshed as we paid our two bucks.  Well, what I watched for the next 83 minutes was horrific, convoluted, nonsensical…and I loved it!  It turned out Dario Argento really was the ‘master of terror’…in Italy!  Creepers, it seems, was the gutted version of Argento’s Phenomena, 30 minutes shorter, for some violence to be sure, but also major plot points.  It was wacky, yes, but the gorgeous frame composition, bravura camerawork and elaborate murder set pieces, all Argento staples, were jaw-dropping.  I became a rabid Argento fan, finally finding many years later, a subtitled complete version of Phenomena, which I now own.  Honestly, it didn’t make much more sense but it was still so enjoyable.  Note of interest:  the 14-year-old star of Creepers?  Future Oscar winner Jennifer Connelly.

Purple Rain – I was a metalhead.  I loved Rainbow, Scorpions, Van Halen, AC/DC…you get the idea.  That’s why it was a miracle that we went to see Prince’s seminal film (okay, he didn’t make very many).  That miracle, though, became an epiphany when Prince Rogers Nelson took the stage.  We went to see Purple Rain four times that year and wore out the LP at home.  I watched it recently with my wife and was surprised how broad and ridiculous the script and acting was (except for the under-rated Clarence Williams III as Prince’s dad) but the music and performances…that’s where it’s at.  Prince took absolute control of every moment when he was performing, brash, profane, funny, heart-breaking, a tumult of sheer lavender energy.  The icing on the proverbial cake was nabbing tickets for the opening night of the Purple Rain tour, still one of the best concerts I’ve had the pleasure of attending.

Dune – Dwayne and I were spending the night in downtown Windsor, doing some Christmas shopping (a very different time when Windsor was a place we looked forward going to) and we decided to see this new sci-fi movie to waste the evening.  Neither of us had read the book and we thought it could be the new Star Wars.  Could we have more wrong?  Frank Herbert’s classic novel, which I have since read twice, was thought unfilmable and had David Lean (!), Ridley Scott, Salvador Dali and Alejandro Jodorowsky tied to it at one time or another.  It was bizarro David Lynch (that’s meant affectionately) who finally took up the gauntlet after his success with The Elephant Man.  Dino de Laurentiis gave him virtual carte blanche and he turned out this…monstrosity (again, affectionately).  Surreal, epic, and silly at the same time, it was like a drug trip without the drugs.  I saw it again in the hopes it would make more sense, but thankfully it didn’t.  Lynch, unhappy with the result and resultant TV cuts, took his name off the movie (Directed By Alan Smithee).  Obviously we enjoyed it more than Lynch, for the wrong reasons.  We would spout lines from the movie for laughs for months (“Tell me of your homeworld, Usul”).  I have recently obtained a ‘fan edit’ version which is said to be closer to Lynch’s original script at 3 hours…I haven’t had the ambition to watch it yet.

What 1980′s movies made an impact on you?  Or if you’re older or younger, what movie most embodies the high school years for you?  Let me know!

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