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When it comes to funny business, Tollin's got game, and he makes the most of some talented supporting players on his bench.
Because I'm a baseball fan, I tend to be an easy mark for baseball-themed movies, but something as badly focused and feebly scripted as Summer Catch just makes me wish for the Fall.
Depending wholly upon the blinkered empathy of daydreamy teen viewers, a typical FPJ movie skims over character, plot, and dialogue.
Stars Freddie Prinze Jr. (strike one), features more male virgins trying to lose it (strike two) and disses the legendary baseball league in Cape Cod, Massachusetts, by filming this mess in North Carolina (strike three).
The film steps up a notch when the action is on the field. However, many directors before him have portrayed the beloved sport better.
A baseball movie with no baseball, no movie, and absolutely no love involved.
If this is what the boys of summer are offering, I say bring on football season -- now!
Not that this is a particularly dispicable film, it just doesn't try to do anything new and delivers mostly wooden performances.
Perhaps Freddie is simply a pawn in some sinister plan to destroy his career...
Freddie Prinze Jr. has become the opposite of the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval. His face on a movie poster guarantees a bad time.
Whitman is right: Baseball is our poetic register, and so I've become whimsical for the days of tee-ball and George Brett and when baseball movies were beautiful.
Primarily to blame for this mess is the leaden script by Kevin Falls and John Gatins, which absorbs a bushel of baseball clichs while demonstrating a singular inability to present love, sex or even bawdy jokes.
Check it out if you're drunk and looking for a shoulder-shrugging time-waster...
Notable only for the spectacle of watching both Prinze and Biel getting out-performed in the same motion picture by Matthew Lillard.
In the interest of maintaining the status quo running time of 80-some minutes, we are subjected to a painfully ugly series of subplots and side characters.
Inoffensive, but utterly generic, the baseball-related romantic comedy does little more than kill time.
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