This film is about American football or, as we in Australia
call it, 'Baby’s First Ball Sport'. All that padding, the overblown halftime
shows, the terminology that makes calculus look straight forward by comparison;
I don’t ‘get’ the point of most sports to begin with, but this especially. Or,
at the very least, its sheer enormity in terms of deemed importance. Then
again, that’s probably a side effect of growing up where the national sport
(excluding cricket and outrunning the cassowary) is essentially the same thing only
we don’t think little things like protective gear are necessary. Save for cups
because, when given the option to protect only one head, only one in a million would choose a helmet. Anyway, long
story short, this is going to be another one of those situations where I am
going to be a bit more perplexed than the general populace about the importance
of the film’s subject matter. Well, as far as the reason why the people involved are getting permanently injured, at least.
Even considering the statements I’ve made about the guy in
the past, I don’t think I will ever
not be happy to see Will Smith in a feature film. Hell, for as many times as
After Earth shat the bed, he still gave us the jarringly funny "PERMISSION
DENIED!" scene. Here, he is probably at his most subdued since probably After
Earth except here he isn’t boring. Instead, considering he spends most of the
film trying to convince other people to see his perspective, he makes use of
his natural charisma and brings serious intensity in certain scenes. This is
the kind of conviction I want from my Oscar bait.
Out of the rest of the cast, the only one who comes close to him would probably be David Morse. My word, the heartbreak you feel for his character gets kind of crushing at times with how well he plays mental anguish. Quite a few of the actors play the same card, like Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje and Richard T. Jones as two other former NFL players, but Morse nails it better than the others. Albert Brooks, unconvincing bald cap notwithstanding, plays well against Smith, making for some decent banter as well as a nice mentor-protégé relationship that feels as natural as can be expected. The increasingly rarer appearance by Alec Baldwin, if nothing else, shows why he needs to keep working as he balances his character’s morality and his ingrained loyalty to the great American pastime remarkably well.
Out of the rest of the cast, the only one who comes close to him would probably be David Morse. My word, the heartbreak you feel for his character gets kind of crushing at times with how well he plays mental anguish. Quite a few of the actors play the same card, like Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje and Richard T. Jones as two other former NFL players, but Morse nails it better than the others. Albert Brooks, unconvincing bald cap notwithstanding, plays well against Smith, making for some decent banter as well as a nice mentor-protégé relationship that feels as natural as can be expected. The increasingly rarer appearance by Alec Baldwin, if nothing else, shows why he needs to keep working as he balances his character’s morality and his ingrained loyalty to the great American pastime remarkably well.
And speaking of the great American pastime, this film can
get a little… weird with its approach to the subject of what the NFL doesn’t
want to acknowledge. I mean, between someone literally saying that “playing
football killed [him]” and stress induced from stalkers doing terrible things
to Prema, things get a tad overblown at times. I wouldn’t be surprised if this
film was marketed under the name ‘Football Madness’ in certain countries. This
isn’t helped by how this whole premise of fighting against a massive system
that won’t admit to its own wrongdoings has been time and time again. Hell, we
got the same deal not that long ago with Truth and even last month's Spotlight. This comes equipped with the usual bells & whistles of oppression
and prejudice that come with most of these anti-establishment pieces, but it
actually manages to balance out its more lecturing moments with genuine pathos.
There are some admitted stumbling points, like how Bennet’s relationship with
Prema is pretty poorly set up. I mean, the film doesn’t make it all that clear
how said relationship even started, and some fairly major developments like becoming pregnant are given to the
audience as throw-aways. However, despite all that, the writing has just enough
earnestness and the actors have more than enough passion to carry it out, most
of that thanks to Will Smith’s not knowing how to waste his charisma… most of
the time, at least.
For the first third of the film, that familiar feeling of
rising bile about the subject matter started to make itself known once the
cover-up job became more pronounced. Now, even without any real connection to
American football aside from playing a bit of unauthorised gridiron in high
school (and getting a concussion, oddly enough), I associated that feeling with
just how big the enemy was in this film. Yeah, in my twisted cement mixer of a
brain, the NFL made for a more imposing threat than the Catholic Church. For
the love of God, don’t close the browser just yet; I can justify this. I have
seen more than enough times just how immense the influence of football is over
in the U.S., and even beyond their borders. It might as well be a bona fide
religion at this rate, considering how people adhere to its doctrine; thou
shalt not like a player that changes from your team to another and what not.
The film itself even makes note of this, with Julian mentioning how Sunday used to belong to the Church until
football took it over. With this in mind, probably the film’s biggest plus in
terms of writing is how, even if it definitely goes against the NFL’s practices
in keeping these medical records secret, it isn’t
advocating for just eradicating the entire league. All that the main characters
want is for the truth to be made known.
Here’s where it gets peculiar, though. Throughout the course
of the film, the sport is spoken of with such reverence and importance that,
for a second, it almost makes the notion of injury in the line of fire to be a
justifiable sacrifice. I mean, in the same way that losing a few soldiers in
order to win a war is justifiable; certainly not by me, but the argument can be
made. Bringing in a direct comparison to religion was probably apropos because,
despite the odds given at nearly 1/4th of all players will suffer
from some form of prolonged brain damage, people are still willing to
participate, almost like it was written on stone tablets that man was meant to
tackle other man to ground to win drinking cup.
And yet, both with how it is portrayed in the film and how people are sports-obsessed on the other side of the screen, it’s kind of understandable why they would. Risking one’s life in order to do what one felt they were put on this earth to do is a natural part of being human, much the same way that Bennet is effectively risking his own to bring the facts to public attention. In that way, it manages to one-up Spotlight in terms of portraying its core vice: It manages to even give a certain justifiable reasoning for why it is done in the first place. Then again, I’m kind of thankful that Spotlight didn’t try to make paedophilia sound appealing, but my point remains.
And yet, both with how it is portrayed in the film and how people are sports-obsessed on the other side of the screen, it’s kind of understandable why they would. Risking one’s life in order to do what one felt they were put on this earth to do is a natural part of being human, much the same way that Bennet is effectively risking his own to bring the facts to public attention. In that way, it manages to one-up Spotlight in terms of portraying its core vice: It manages to even give a certain justifiable reasoning for why it is done in the first place. Then again, I’m kind of thankful that Spotlight didn’t try to make paedophilia sound appealing, but my point remains.
All in all, while it can definitely be preachy in spots, the
strong acting and mostly able-bodied writing manage to balance it out. Will
Smith is once again given the opportunity to essentially let his charisma carry
a film, something that the man hasn’t lost his touch for in the slightest, and
the script and supporting cast around him deliver on what is ultimately a tried-and-true
formula but giving it enough of a spin to warrant its own existence.
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