Any Given Sunday was just plain bad. Oliver Stone's latest attempt at portraying falls flat on all sides. The main plot is screamingly simple and predictable, with the legend falling out and the new hot shot realizing it's all about the team. In an attempt to keep the movie interesting, Stone pulls in big name talent to spice up the movie. The problem is that these plots trail off into nothingness, creating a complicated web of stories a-la Quentin Tarentino, without the good graces to tie them in. There is the orthopedist (James Woods) who puts injured players into the game, the orthopedists assistant (Mathew Modine) who has a conflict of interest when it comes to giving the players painkillers, the hooker (Elizabeth Berkley) who sleeps with the Pacino as a way for him to feel old, the legends wife (Lauren Holly), who refuses to let her husband retire, the league president (Charleton Heston) who serves as a metaphor for the old timers along with inter-cut scenes from Ben Hur, the owners mother (Ann Margret) who is secretly in love with Pacino and a myriad of players and coaches (cameos by Lawrence Taylor, Jim Brown, Dennis Quaid, and LL Cool J), each with their own story. Nothing ever happens with these characters though.

Next we move on to the Directing. In an attempt to make the football sequences seem more realistic, the camera shakes. Problem is the camera shakes uncontrollably even before the game sequences. Whether it's crowd shots or locker scenes, the camera is in constant motion, loosing the so called "action" sequences. Relating back to the Ben Hur metaphor, the big game is inter-cut with the famous chariot race. And in the final play of the championship game, the final four seconds are drawn out into 60+ seconds of lightning and flashes from a 1950's football game (Al Pacino plays his father, who in yet another plot line is a deceased old time player). Also inter-cut are flashes of the crowds from these 50-'s games, needlessly causing seizures and displeasure.

The moral of the story is that the team should transcend all, whether it be money, playing time, or even winning the game. When the main character, Willie Beaman (a decent acting job by Jamie Foxx) has his great realization, the audience applauds. I just couldn't do that. In a three hour movie the first two and a half hours showed him beating his girlfriend, throwing her out of his house, disobeying the coach, and mocking and fighting with the players. Then all of he sudden he reunites with his girlfriend and comes in to win the big game. At no point did I want this character to win, or even to play. He was smug and arrogant.

There is one thing that needs to be said though. This movie was not made for a person like me to view. It was designed and engineered for the "urban" population to enjoy. Stone did the same thing with films like "JFK" and "Platoon". Two bright spots in the movie. There was a Moby song in the soundtrack and Lawrence Taylor had a great speech about being great then falling down. Three years ago there would have been a third bright spot, that being Elizabeth Berkley in the nude, but that's already been over done.

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Stephen Pause
1.31.2000

Dairy Farmers For Quebec's Independence