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chapter11 [ 5.5 ]
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It's for movies like this that numerical ratings become so subjective, so pliable based almost solely on film type; a goofy sports comedy about an old guy trying to recapture his former glory sounds, on paper, pretty bad. And, to be fair, "Mr. 3000" is kinda bad in spots, but giving "Mr. 3000" a 5.5 is pretty damn high, as opposed to giving, say, "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" a 5.5, which would be pretty damn low. It's all based on expectation and delivery. I didn't expect much out of "Mr. 3000," and it kind of delivered, if not in its cliche-riddled story then in Bernie Mac's performance. He gets shitted on a lot, Mr. Mac does, but I like him; liked him in "Guess Who" (which had an even poorer reception than "Mr. 3000" and I really liked him in this. He's pretty much asked to carry the entire movie on his shoulders, and he does, and I find no fault in his performance; it's in the sappy subplots and bloated runtime that I find fault. As far as baseball movies go, it's no "Bull Durham"-- although no baseball movie is a match for "Bull Durham"-- but it's good. Plus, when Mac cries at the end, I almost cried.
Okay, call me a pussy. That's fair.
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| Weighted Rating | : 6.4 |
| No. Ratings | : 2 | |
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