Fever
Pitch
by Victoria Alexander
I’m
not a Jimmy Fallon fan. I didn’t think he was funny on SNL
and I certainly never brought into the PR that he was SNL’s
first sex symbol. TAXI was a disaster for movie audiences but apparently
did not affect Fallon’s career. Fallon is impervious to failure.
Who is his agent? No, better yet, what does he know about the Kennedy
assassination?
I used
to think Ben Stiller was the new Billy Crystal, but now Jimmy Fallon
is the new Ben Stiller (but hopefully without the compulsive drive
to be in every movie made).
I do
not know anyone who is an obsessed sports fan. I do not know who
the Red Sox are. Should I be reviewing FEVER PITCH? Has FEVER PITCH
made me understand the beauty of the game and the reason behind
the devotion lavished on baseball? After seeing FEVER PITCH, would
I sell my firstborn for season tickets?
A few
years ago my husband and I were guests of one of the principal owners
of the Baltimore Orioles. We watched a game at Camden Yard from
the owner’s box along with an impressively small guest list
that included a senator and a governor. It was quite a festive night.
Our friend brought me to my seat and, motioning to the baseball
field below, said: “What do you think of my train set?”
FEVER
PITCH is another critic-proof sports movie. I have read that there
are millions of Red Sox fanatics among our nation’s baseball
disciples. This is a movie celebrating their passion and honoring
their cult.
Or
is it?
A lovely
Drew Barrymore plays Lindsey, a very high-powered success story.
However, at 30, she is without a boyfriend and there are no proper
prospects. Lindsey is consumed with her job. She relies on her laptop
and cell phone. Along comes Ben (Jimmy Fallon) a school teacher
with the heart of an 11 year old boy. His passion, his reason for
living, his world peace movement, is the Red Sox. He inherited season
tickets from his saintly Uncle Carl. He lives in RedSoxLand. His
entire wardrobe is Red Sox stadium-wear. His home is a shrine to
The Red Sox. His friends know more about the Red Sox legacy than
they do about their own lives. Lindsey and Ben start dating. She’s
driven, he’s a puppy.
I never
heard of the Curse of the Bambino until FEVER PITCH. I know you
know that the Red Sox traded Babe Ruth to the Yankees in 1919 and
after that blunder never won another World Series. Well, having
the Farrelly Brothers making a movie about the Red Sox burned the
witch.
Ben’s
life is in a holding pattern until spring training begins. Ben and
his buddies plan every moment of their lives around the games. His
buddies must negotiate with Ben for the honor of going to games
with him. But once Ben meets Lindsey, she is next to him at all
the games. Her career is suffering and she doesn’t particularly
like baseball.
At
the games we meet Ben’s like-minded “people.”
You wouldn’t want any of your relatives, even the ones you
hate, to mate with these people. You don’t want to be a fan
because you don’t meet people you want to sleep with. Strike
one.
There
are no perks being an authority on the Red Sox. You would think
that being a baseball scholar would mean something, but Ben is just
a sweet man-child with a sex-safe hobby. Strike two.
One
of my favorite films is ABOUT A BOY adapted from a book by Nick
Hornby. FEVER PITCH is adapted from another semi-autobiographical
novel by Hornby. The directors, Peter and Bobby Farrelly, and screenwriters
Lowell Ganz and Babaloo Mandell traded Horby’s soccer obsession
for baseball. London became Chicago.
Barrymore
looks fabulous but the role of Lindsey is trite and formulaic. Remember
how uniquely charming Cameron Diaz was in the great Farrelly Brothers
comedy THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT MARY”? And those wonderfully
special supporting characters? I still love that character Tucker
(Lee Evans). The Farrelly Brothers with their co-writers Ed Dexter
and John J. Strauss paid attention to all their characters. In FEVER
PITCH, the supporting characters are just window dressing. I understand
that Julia Roberts’s position as Romantic Comedy’s Leading
Lady is presently up for grabs, but Barrymore needs to address her
already standardized dialogue delivery and start giving her roles
dimensionality. Get an acting coach!
Because
lousy acting will not affect Fallon’s career, my advice is
that he should study Tom Hanks’s early romantic comedies.
Hanks always showed a little hard edge – a spark of defiance.
Fallon’s manufactured slacker-cute boy persona does not cross
over as a leading man. Fallon would do much better to seek out small
supporting roles in dramas where his sharp features would best serve
a complex character. There is pain rattling around there. Lauren
Bacall’s blunt assessment might well apply to Fallon: “Actors
today go into TV, which I don't consider has a lot to do with acting.
They only think of stardom. If you photograph well, that's enough.”
Guess
what? Lindsey and Ben end up together. Strike three.
by
Victoria Alexander - FilmsInReview.com
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