(originally posted 1/08)
If you asked me yesterday what I thought of “Field of Dreams,” I would’ve probably spoken favorably. God, I embarrass myself sometimes.
As I watched it I kept thinking of of the Christian Rock Hard episode of “South Park.” Record exec to Cartman: “You really, really love Jesus.” “Yeah, don’t you?”
Ray Kinsella, as played by Kevin Costner, really, really loved baseball. If Shoeless Joe Jackson’s jock had been available, he would’ve tongue kissed it.
The yuppie/hippie angst was even more nauseating, with its trite “I’m turning into my father” subplot. Now I’m recalling another “South Park.”
Just when you think “Field of Dreams” can’t get any more hackneyed, a black man rhapsodizes about the good ol’ days when African-Americans couldn’t play major league baseball. Terrence Mann, meet Clarence Thomas.
Finally, if you’re making a valentine to a game, get the details right. Nothing against Ray Liotta, but he’s no more Shoeless Joe than Johnny Depp is Babe Ruth.
And “Field of Dreams” is no more a classic baseball film than “The Slugger’s Wife.”