E-RANTS AND INSIGHTS: ***Cinderfellaz***

Monday, August 13, 2007

Cinderfellaz

You know what?

I think I've unintentionally figured something out.

This kid came into the office and put an advanced movie screening flyer on everyone's desk this afternoon. I picked it up. Samuel Jackson and Josh Hartnett (yum!) in a boxing movie called "Resurrecting the Champ".

Pass.

Another sports movie???

How many football teams can you watch win "the big game"?

How many basketball movies can you watch before the slow-motioned-beat-the-buzzer-game-point-shot-that-cinches-the-victory loses it's appeal?

How many damn baseball teams can go from zeros to heros with a couple of great locker-room speeches?

How many boxing movies can you see before you're able to truly convince yourself that whatever K.O. experienced is NOT the final match?

How do people get to keep making movies like this??? How do you pitch yet another sports movie to a studio with confidence????

"I've got an idea for a movie."

"About what?"

"Baseball."

" What's the spin?"

"The main character is from Wyoming."

"I love it! Let's put 20 million behind it. Somebody cut this kid a check..."

It's sooooooo old.

But to the men that watch them they aren't.

You know why?

Cuz sports movies are to men what chick flicks are for women. I know that statement will turn off a lot of testerone but it's true. It's the same Cinderella story only with jock straps and jerseys: some person with "potential" goes from invisible to undeniable. Whether it's a devil wearing Prada or Sly Stalone beating the snot out of somebody, it's the same doggone thing.